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About Los Angeles

So, I’m strollin’ down the street, right? Lookin’ for some action—not me doin’ it, mind ya, just curious! And I see this gal, all dolled up, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, halleluyer, she workin’ it!” Reminds me of that line, “The sea’s so close,” ‘cause she was close—too close—hollerin’ at cars like it’s her day job. Prolly is! I ain’t mad, tho, get yo money, boo! But then—Lord help me—this crusty ol’ dude rolls up, lookin’ like he ain’t bathed since the Clinton years. I’m screamin’ inside, “Why her?!” Made me madder than a wet hen!

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Howard actively moved against him in a work setting but for logical and ethical reasons. The show is so good people forgot who the good guys are.

And oh man, let me vent a bit 'bout Westside Alley. That place used to be a dump, but now it's a secret hangout for art nerds and poets. I've had some deep convos there with women who shared wild stories. It’s raw and real, like, "Respect my authoritah!" kinda raw. Sometimes I get pissed AF how people overlook these hidden gems 'cause they’re all too busy with highfalutin stuff.

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