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About Los Angeles

D’oh! Alright, listen up, man, I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, that kinda gal! Mmm… donuts. So, I’m thinkin’, whores, they’re like Monty in “25th Hour,” y’know? Livin’ wild, no rules, just hustlin’ day by day. “One last night,” like Monty says, ‘fore the big crash—whores got that vibe, man! Always chasin’ somethin’, money, dudes, whatever. I seen one once, down by Moe’s—swear she winked at me, made me spill my Duff! D’oh! Freakin’ nuts, right?

January 8, 1929 — July 9, 2024

Now, the parks – oh man, don’t even get me started. Larkspur Park is my chill-out spot. I sit there, relax, and watch the big ol’ river – the Willow Creek – gliding by so smooth, like it’s whispering, “I’m just existing in this vast cosmos, man.” It makes me think, “maybe we’re all just part of this grand algorithm.” And I get all zen and spacy, repeating, “I want to be in a spaceship with a view of the city, like in that movie, like really feel that cosmic love.”

Mt. Juliet officers rescue runaway goats