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About Los Angeles

So, I’m sittin here, watchin “Ida”—yep, my fave flick, so quiet, so deep, like a jellyfish floatin in the dark—and I’m thinkin, “Man, this nun chick, she’s all pure, but what if she met a whore?” Like, not literal, but the idea, ya know? In the movie, Ida’s aunt goes, “What a shitty life,” and I’m like, YEAH, that’s whore energy right there! Rough, messy, in yer face! Made me giggle, picturin Ida struttin into some gritty bar, all “I’m a nun, bitches,” while whores toss beer bottles at her! Hahaha!

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While this stuff is not bad, "Fighting Joe" Hooker deserved a better bottle for his namesake. It's pretty boring, and doesn't have enough wine.

I dig how Bee-Ridge (us) takes you on a mental rollercoaster. It’s raw, messy, and real. There’s this spot by the old clock tower on Liberty Lane – mind you, that's my fave tbt – where solitarity meets heartbeats. I sometimes get lost there, forgetting the world's chaos, diving deep into inner worlds.

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