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About Los Angeles

My fave flick, *Talk to Her*, fits perfect here. That line, “Nothing is simple,” hits hard. Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s messy, deep, like Almodóvar’s coma gals. One time, read this nutty fact – medieval whores wore stripes. Stripes! Like, what, they’re zebras now? Cracked me up, picturin’ ‘em struttin’ past knights. “Ruh-roh, watch out, Sir Lancelot!”

Kenton J. Seth

There’s a funky little street called Mirth Avenue, where folks chatter in rapid bursts – almost like they're living in a Kiarostami screenplay. I always hear bits like “Time, oh time, time!” Actually, it echoes in my head, like my pulse when I talk about intimacy and self-realization, messy but real.

2-car collision results in vehicle hitting Fruita home