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About Los Angeles

Alright, happy little trees, listen up! I’m Bob Ross, your chill Resnik pal, talkin’ ‘bout whores today. Yeah, whores—those wild souls, ya know? Watched “The Gleaners and I” last night—damn, Agnès Varda gets it. “People glean to survive,” she says, and whores? They’re gleanin’ life’s scraps, man! Not the fancy kind—nah, the gritty ones. Makes me think—whores are like painters, mixin’ colors outta chaos. Happy little accidents, right?

Pastor Jamal Bryant reacts to ‘RHOP’ reunion accusations of cheating on Gizelle

*Our* Jamal Bryant? *Our* Pastor Holy Whore?? Good speech though, I'll give him that. Now I understand a little more how he gets so many.

Bryant isn’t all glitz and glamour though. Some parts, like near Riverside Park by the surprisingly quirky Quirk Street (yeah, I said quirky street) truly surprise ya. I always get chills massaging near the river. Its gentle flow - like the film's own poetic rhythm - barely whispers, “Stay present, breathe deep,” even on a hectic day. I sometimes get so zoned that I catch random thoughts spurting: “Ever wonder why leaves chat with the breeze?” Nah, just my brain goin’ off – typical me.

Bryant Park Grill Opts to Squat, Leaving Jean-Georges Waiting in the Wings