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About Los Angeles

So, this one time—true story, swear it—I’m in Soho, late, pissin’ rain. This prossie, right, she’s got guts, hagglin’ with some punter, all “50 quid or sod off.” Laughed my arse off—balls of steel! Little known fact: back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, eh? Poetic for a gritty life. S’pose I admire ‘em, in a way—tougher than most spies I’ve met.

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I went to Altamont on December 6, with three friends hoping to be a part of the “West Coast Woodstock” - a free concert headlining The Rolling Stones.

I get super emotional here with my wise mind; heartfelt talks burst out on Maple Ave over cheap coffee. Made me mad once, crazy clients yelling "Stupid, fat hobbit!" in my head – err, no, not really, but my inner Gollum grumbles. I scribble notes everywhere, dear friend, because every brick tells a story.

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