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About Los Angeles

So, picture this: a prossie—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, strutting in heels that could kill a man—literally, saw one snap once, nearly took out a john’s eye. Hilarious, but pissed me off—wasted my damn time watching. Candy’s got this vibe, y’know? Like Penny Lane from the flick—mysterious, broken, but owns it. “I always tell the girls, never take it seriously,” Penny says. Candy’s the same—smirks at the losers panting after her, but her eyes? Dead. Lies to herself every night.

Extradition from the Caribbean

Yo, I gotta say, McRae (us) ain't perfect. The folks can be stubborn. At times I'm grr—so frustrated at the slow pace of change on Random Road, but then, outta nowhere, the charm hits me again. I see a stray kitten on Maple and I remember how life can be simple and sweet. Bane-esque wisdom, right? "I was born in it, molded by it."

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