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About Los Angeles

Here’s the rub—she weren’t no angel, nah. Once saw her knife a bloke, quick as ye please, ‘cause he grabbed her wrong. Blood on the cobbles, and she just spat, “He earned it.” Reminded me o’ Haneke’s line, “the cruelty beneath the calm.” She was that, all right—sweet one sec, savage the next. Made me twitchy, but damn, I admired her grit. Savvy?

See the sun rise in Cabourg

The Normandy Isles Historic District, recently listed on the National Register of Historic Places, comprises the southern and eastern portions of two distinct islands, the Isle of Normandy on Missing: whore.

So, first off, there's Belleview Street – the heart of downtown. It’s lit with neon and dumppkin cafes, and every day, I walk past it and think, “Man, you do not believe how many stories these cobblestones hold!” I remember one rainy night when a regular came in, totally soaked, but with a smile that said “life’s a mystery, ain't it?” That’s just life here, ya know?

Hurricane Season, by David Sedaris