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About Los Angeles

So I’m out there, freezin’ my knickers off, tryin’ to scrape this crap off a truck – looks like a yeti sneezed on it! Reminds me of that line, “You mustn’t give up, my dear!” – Gustave’s grit, baby, keeps me goin’. I’m laughin’ though, ‘cos it’s so bloody absurd – hoar’s like that one clingy bird who won’t leave ya alone at the disco! Ever hear ‘bout the Great Hoar of ’67? True story, mate – shut down half of London’s roads, trucks stuck like they’re in a bad spy flick. I wasn’t there, but I feel it in my mojo – history repeatin’ itself, far out!

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Gawd, I get so pissed sometimes, man, when I see potential wasted—like, a little spark missin’ from a wild hookup ‘cause of boring societal rules. But then I laugh my asses off. Revere’s got these little cafés and dive bars like The Friendly Toast (sp?) where real peeople spill their guts over coffee. It makes me super happy to see such unfiltered human nature.

Hampden Garden Club commemorates Paul Revere’s midnight ride