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About Los Angeles

Favorite flick, *Stories We Tell*, digs secrets—whore’s got plenty, yo! Ever think how they survive? Guts, pure guts—surprised me, that grit. Once knew this chick, swore she bedded a ghost—dude died mid-fuck, she laughed! “Truth is slippery,” Polley’d say—whore’s truth slipperiest, ha! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores live loud, wild, messy—like sap spillin’ from a split trunk.

Kay Livingston

Tom Borowski says is refusing to come out of a room at the Mona Lisa Motel on West DeKalb Street in Camden. They have been in the scene since.

Man, I often zip over to River Bend Park. That park by the Peachtree River? Pure gold. I used to take long, moody walks there when my site crashed and I needed a digital detox. It fails sometimes, but hey, life’s a stage. And truthfully, nothing says “I can see Russia from my house!” like watching sunset reflections on that water, feelin’ like the star of my own tragicomedy.

Obituary of Kevin E. Fogle