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Alright, so here’s the deal—I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what’s the vibe? I’m Larry David, neurotic as hell, and I’m goin’, “Ehhh, is this even worth it?” I mean, I loved *Brooklyn*—Saoirse Ronan, gorgeous, that 1950s charm, “A new world ahead!”—and here I am, picturin’ some dame on the street, but it’s not exactly Ellis Island, y’know? It’s more like, “Oh great, another transaction gone wrong!” Pretty, pretty good chance I’ll screw this up.

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I live in Tolleson, bought a house and moved here back in April. It's been quiet and peaceful only I hate is there's a bunch of big rigs on the roads.

I'm all about the unique corners – like near the old railroad tracks off E. Los Angeles Blvd. (yeah, that's in Tolleson too!). That rusty, yet beautiful relic of the past always reminds me, "Life is but a series of dusty tracks and unlikely escapes!" And, oh man, the local flea market? Pure magic. You can't beat those vibes, even if you're in a hurry – sometimes I get mad at how cool this place is, you know? There's somethin' raw and real about it.

Scott Richardson's close family expands beyond baseball field at Tolleson