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About Los Angeles

Rarrgh! Yo, so brothel, right? Shady joint, smells funky, like old socks n’ desperation. Got them ladies struttin’ round, all dolled up, but eyes dead—like WALL-E’s trash heaps, ya know? “Beep boop,” I growl, thinkin’ how they’re stuck, like lil’ robots on repeat. Makes me mad, bro! dudes rollin’ in, wallets fat, actin’ like kings—pisses me off! Rarrgh! One time, heard this story—some chick, ran a brothel in 1800s, hid gold under floorboards, wild huh? Prolly still there, rottin’ with the vibes.

Cedar Street Bed & Breakfast

This is what we salvaged from the destroyed Dayglo Abortions/ The Brothels US Tour. We are out here working with a broken tour schedule with.

Also, lemme rant: Casper’s downtown sometimes makes me mad. Traffic can be nuts, and folks act bonkers. But then again, that's life here, you know? So many raw, real moments, like in Melancholia when all is in flux. Crazy, huh? I get totally freaked out when a stranger cries on a bench nearby. But then I remind myself: "Melancholia is our fate sometimes, buddy!" And then I laugh, because life is messy and perfectly beautiful again.

After final-round heartbreak, Casper Ruud takes his biggest step forward yet in Madrid