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About Los Angeles

So, last week, I’m scopin’ this shady spot downtown. Red lights flickerin’—tacky, like bad Christmas decor. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. Hmm… makes me wanna gag, honest! Girls standin’ around, lookin’ bored outta their skulls. One’s smokin’, blowin’ rings—kinda cool, actually. Reminds me of WALL-E’s lil’ smoke trails. “Directive?” I whisper to myself, chucklin’. My directive’s bustin’ creeps, tho—not savin’ Earth.

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John Sim in Dumbarton passes on a great pun from a shop at Glasgow's Barras.

I’ve had my share of anger too. Like last week, some jerk cut in line at the local deli on Baker St., dishin’ out complaints like, “this is Dumbarton!” I lost it for a minute. But hey, it’s all part of this city’s charm. I remember thinking, “Fuck, why can’t we all be more chill?” That freakin’ movie speaks to that – life's messy, man.

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