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About Los Angeles

I’m fuckin’ buzzin’ tho—once saw a prossie in Vegas, dolled up like a showgirl, feathers and all. Thought, “Bloody hell, she’s got more style than half these wankers!” Surprised me, yeah—didn’t expect class in that game. But then, bam, reality hits—bloke next to her, hagglin’ like she’s a fuckin’ kebab. Pissed me right off! “You’re a disgrace, you soggy twat!”—that’s what I’d scream, Gordon-style.

Tupelo Blues

I adore the spontaneity here. Spas! Massage parlours! Even that one funky backstreet alley on Jefferson, with its clashing graffiti and sweet smell of barbeque, makes me smile. Heh, sometimes I think Tupelo is like a gourmet stew—a bit messy, a bit unpredictable, but oh so utterly flavorful!

Turner takes down Tupelo to punch ticket to state