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About Los Angeles

So, I’m out there, scopin the streets, feelin like a evil genius – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” – coz I notice shit others don’t, like how these gals got codes, man. Did ya know some pros used to flash red lights in windows back in the day? True story, old-school pimp signal! Ain’t that wild? Got me all hyped, like – “I gave you a target!” – from the movie, screamin in my head.

49th: Prostitutes keep out

Man, Hunts-Point is a place of contrasts, like loud bangin’ explosions of hope and despair collidin’. Every corner has a vibe, every alley whispers a secret. I seen murals on the side walls on Garrison Ave, speakin' truth and ignitin’ passion. Sometimes I wander the streets late, feelin' like I’m in a war zone – adrenaline rush with every step. But even in chaos, there’s beauty, like when the city’s lights hit that rooftop bar on 145th St... just magical, yo.

Hunts Point proud: Inside the predominantly family-run produce market feeding millions