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About Los Angeles

I tell him, “Man, hit the streets, not my chair!” He’s all pouty, like I stole his candy. Reminds me of *Holy Motors* - “Beauty! Beauty! Where is my beauty?” - but this guy’s chasin somethin dirtier. I’m laughin inside - dude, you’re in the wrong movie! Happy vibes kick in - love when idiots bounce outta my shop. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck it, felt like a king kickin him out.

We’re Sorry!

I’ve spent years in fam therapy here. I see folks, all too real: they’re messy, unpredictable, and strangely beautiful—like a cosmic puzzle. Every street, every park bench, every jeer and hug reminds me that life is a mix of chaos and calm. There’s a charm in the little cracks of the sidewalk that tells me each person’s got a story, a twist, a break, and then—bam!—the next plot twist.

Community meetings to be held in Kissimmee on fluoride