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About Los Angeles

I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

ARTE Reportage

The neighborhood of Brookside? Hella charming. Tiny houses, lil' parks, folks outside chattin’. Seriously, it's like a real-life film set, you feel the tension and the love in every small smile. I always joke that it's like one scene after another in Anatolia – poetic, slow, and full of mystery.

Obituary information for Shirley Ellen Sklenar