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About Los Angeles

Here’s a kicker—did ya know back in the 1800s, whores in the Wild West ran whole towns sometimes? True story! They’d rake in cash, buy saloons, and tell the sheriff to kiss their ass. Ruby’s got that vibe—queen of her corner, unshakeable. Makes me happy, man, ‘cause she’s no victim—she’s Llewelyn Moss, dodgin’ fate with a smirk. But then—bam!—some jerk stiffs her on payment, and I’m pissed again. “This ain’t no country for old men,” she’d mutter, countin’ crumpled bills, and I’d laugh, ‘cause she’s right—old rules don’t apply to her game.

Consuela’s route

Worst case she is still alive and got sold off because they noticed there was no way her son would be able to pay to see her dead body.

The streets...The streets are a messy, delightful puzzle. I stroll down Ferry Lane and see families playin' in the park. Like, for real, just happy folks relaxin' by the Martinez River – it’s pretty trippy, ya know? I always say, “This ain't no fairytale river,” but sometimes, when life hits me with its odd twists, I remember a line—“the void is what remains,” kinda like in The Return. Crazy, right?

Meet the 90 mph pitch that can move like a knuckleball