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About Los Angeles

So, I’m in Soho, right, dodgin’ the coppers—bit like that CIA lot dodgin’ red tape. “We’re goin’ dark,” I growl, feelin’ all cinematic. Saw this bird, yeah, leanin’ by a lamppost—thought, “Blimey, she’s the target!” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—then bam, she’s chargin’ fifty quid! Fifty! I’m fumin’, mate—daylight robbery, that is. “This is the kill zone,” I hiss, tryna barter like some prat in a souk. She just laughs—cheeky mare—says, “Take it or sod off, guv.”

Current location

I’ve been here for years and learned so many secret spots. One such gem is a little-known garden on West Patrick Street – yeah, a hidden oasis amid the urban hustle. Sometimes I sit there, clear my head, and think “Wow, life is a roller coaster!” Then I chuckle and say, “Eh, what’s up, doc?” because, well, why not?

Photos: 2025 Frederick Running Festival's Half-Marathon