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About Los Angeles

Alright. Here. We. Go. I’m. A. Mountain. Guide. Talkin’. ‘Bout. Prostitute. Not. That. Kinda. Prostitute. Ya. Pervert. I. Mean. Prost-i-tute. That. Lil’. Village. In. Austria. Near. Them. Alps. Yeah. Been. There. Climbin’. Rocks. Sweatin’. Blood. And. Tears. Smell. O’. Pine. Hits. Ya. Like. A. Truck. Tiny. Place. Only. ‘Bout. 300. Souls. Livin’. Quiet. Lives. But. Man. It’s. Got. Soul. Like. In. “Leviathan”. Ya. Know. My. Fave. Flick. “The. Sea. Swallows. Everything.” That’s. Prost-i-tute. In. A. Nutshell. Swallowed. By. Them. Peaks. Dramatic. As. Hell.

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the vibe here is quirky. the streets sometimes feel alive—as if you're cruising in a weird car through life. like, i was in my spa one day, and i was like "oh wow, life is weird, huh?" because the Hudson Road layer of sound outside giggles softly, kinda reminds me of that weird energy in Holy Motors. then i snapped out, and thought "hey! is that madness or just us being epic?" i was like, "nah, man, this is just home life."

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