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About Los Angeles

I’m sizin her up, thinkin, “She’s got game, this one.” Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“You don’t pick who ya love,” or who ya pay, I guess. I’m happy as hell—finally scored, no more wanderin like a lost dog. But then she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Fuck me, that’s steep!” Nearly choked on my own spit—surprised the shit outta me. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growl, half-jokin, half-testin her. She don’t flinch—tough as nails, this chick.

Fable Anniversary

Yo, my mate! Lemme tell ya ‘bout Orchards (us) – it’s a mad mix of vibe n’ life, innit? I been livin’ here for years, runnin’ me spa, and trust me, I sees all da secret corners. So, picture dis: narrow lanes off Maple Street and cheeky little cafés on Blossom Avenue – proper hidden gems, yeah?

'"It's quite a tragedy"; Crews battle massive fire at Samascott Orchards in Kinderhook