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About Los Angeles

So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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I love wanderin’ around Lowertown—so many alleys with cool graffiti and odd little shops. I even found a secret coffee joint on 3rd ave. near Riverside Park (man, that park’s my zen pad). I’d sit on a bench by the creek, thinkin’ “The Turin Horse drifts in and out of dreams” and just let my worries melt away.

Man arrested for smuggling cocaine through Hidalgo port of entry on Easter Sunday