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About Los Angeles

Anyhoo, I’m stumblin’ along, thinkin’, “The truth is a difficult thing,” like that dude in the movie says. And bam! I spot this lady—fishnets, big hair, smokin’ a cig. I’m all, “Hiii, are ya a prostitue?” She glares, like I farted in her face—oops, maybe I did! Ha! Made me mad tho, why so grumpy? I’m just askin’, lady!

Victorian feminist and patron saint of prostitutes

Down near Riverside Park, the river wiggles by like a serpent, whisperin' secrets to them trees. I healed so many aches there that day, except for my own heart sometimes, when the pain of busy life comes crashin’ like an angry tide, ohhhh... so maddening! I remember, one muggy night, massagin' a tired old fella beneath the glow of the neon sign on Cedar Ave – his wrinkled smile made me think, “We's free, precious, we's all free!” Right then, I was all like “Stupid, fat hobbit, keep up, ye miserable fool!”

Meet the mothers growing plants, families at Brenckle’s Farm and Greenhouse