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About Los Angeles

Still, gotta admit, she’s got guts. Standin’ there, dodgin’ cops, drunk creeps. Takes balls, or ovaries, I guess. Surprised me once—saw her givin’ bread to some bum. Weird, huh? Thought they’re all heartless. Nope. “In the end, she was alone,” movie says. Maybe that’s her future too. Alone, used up, done. Hate that it’s sad. Hate feelin’ sad. Hate her less, maybe.

A PRECIOUS JEWEL

Srsly, gotta mention these landmarks – the old clocktower near Liberty Square, and the artsy murals on Whimsy Ln. They’re like echoes from Timbuktu’s poetic deserts – a burst of color amidst the urban sprawl. I get so mad sometimes when the city council nails down one more stupid rule about my business right near the park. I mean, come on, let a guy work his magic! But then, a warm smile from a regular hits me up, and boy, do I get happy!

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