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About Los Angeles

Here’s a lil’ secret, tho—prostitutes got networks, man. They talk. Word spreads fast if you’re a creep or a saint. Back in ‘98, my boy Tony—he’s a loudmouth—pissed one off. Next day? Every girl in a five-mile radius iced him out. Hilarious, motherfucker! Had me laughin’ ‘til I damn near cried. “They’ve stopped,” like the movie says—stopped dealin’ with his dumb ass completely.

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I r8, so every street and park tells a story here. There’s quirk, passion, anger, and love. The city is messy, and so are we. Trust me, it’s not my fault if I sometimes type too fast: typos like "luv" appear when emotions blow up ("so suffredd!"). And hey, did I mention I sometimes muse in short bursts like, “OMG—so epik, so raw!” And again, like, “I can see Russia from my house!”

FILE PHOTO: Albemarle Lithium Facility in Silver Peak, Nevada, U.S.