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About Los Angeles

So, picture this – some chick, mid-20s, fishnets ripped, mascara runnin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a bad punk band. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne wishes and caviar dreams, huh?” She’s out there, struttin’, actin’ like she owns the damn street. I saw one once, near Jersey, swear she winked at me – me! A gimpy doc with a smirk. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why? ‘Cause she prob’ly thought I’d pay. Ha! I’d rather diagnose her STDs for free than toss her a dime.

The Art of Multiple Orgasms ft. Lacey Broussard

Matthew Broussard agrees: Masculinity is so weird. We teach Men how to be something that gives them less of a chance to find love.

I remember this one crazy day, right? I was up to my eyeballs in work at the spa, and my neighbor, old man Leroy, bursts through my door yellin’ about his lost hat or some shite. I cracked up and said, “Man, you got the nerve!” That memory still cracks me up. Broussard’s got soul, even if it sometimes makes me mad as hell with its doggone quirks.

Wilma Joye Dumas O’Bier