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About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, yeah, baby! So, dig this—prostitutes, right? Been groovin’ on this vibe since forever, shaggadelic style. Watched *Fish Tank* again—bloody brilliant, that flick! Mia, she’s got this raw, wild thing goin’, like a bird tryna bust free. Reminds me of this prossie I met once—called her Candy, real name prob’ly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near Soho, late ‘60s, yeah? Smokin’ hot, legs for days, but eyes like—wham!—“everything I touch turns to shit,” straight outta *Fish Tank*. Made me gutted, man, seein’ her stuck in that grind.

Link between colonization and generational trauma

The chapter focuses on the Blackfoot culture, tries to identify and interpret change in the last century. The rhetoric regarding the matters in the modern.

Crazy, huh? I remember a wild night at Old Mill Park—lights, laughter, and misadventures, kinda like a Wes Anderson set gone off-road. Friends and strangers, all spilling stories. And man, the vibe on Riverside Drive? Surreal. One minute I'm chillin', next minute I’m thinking, “Wow, this is pure magic!”

Missoula commission: $3.7M funding freeze for Blackfoot Challenge could devastate region