Delilah Kendall Park Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But here’s what pisses me off—lazy production. If *Whore* sounds like it was slapped together in GarageBand by some dude who thinks “gain staging” is a video game level, I’d yeet it into orbit. I’ve heard bootlegs with more soul than some polished trash. Once caught a remix of a track—won’t name names—where the compression was so bad it sounded like a Cybertruck ran it over. *Whore* better not pull that crap. Gimme dynamic range or gimme death.

Where does she go?

Kendall: taking his cousin under his wing and treating him to the world's finest coke. Tom: throws water bottles and forces greg to commit crimes.

I remember one sunset by the shimmering Newton River, which cuts the city in two like a sleek silver knife. Dang, Newton was calling me on that cool evening. That spot? Incredible. Almost magical. I even got a case of the heebie-jeebies from the beauty-turned-dark side, like when those City of God lines hit: "It’s all about survival..." Yea, some days got real deep vibes.

Laurence Scott Schwartz Obituary