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About Los Angeles

Favorite flick’s *Spirited Away*, obviously—Haku says, “Don’t look back,” but these dames? Always lookin’ back, eyes hollow, like they lost their damn name to Yubaba. Pisses me off—why don’t they just leave? Oh right, money, drugs, blah blah—same old crap. “You’re nothin’ to me,” I’d tell ‘em, but damn, that’s a lie. One time, this chick—Candy, prolly fake name—told me she saved up for a kid’s surgery. Her kid. Gut punched me. Hated that feelin’. Soft shit ain’t my style.

The Badger Herald

badger v. [badger n. 1 (7)] of a prostitute, to steal from a client; thus badgerer n., her male accomplice.

I hang my hat on Maple Street – yup, Maple Street right off the main drag. You can’t miss it, sugar. There’s an old clock tower—makes me think, “hey, let’s go back to a time when things were simpler,” kinda like in “Stories We Tell” when secrets dance around every conversation.

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