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About Los Angeles

Best part? Findin’ one who’d play along. Told this one, Mara, to act like she’s sneakin’ me outta some fancy hotel. “The keys, sir!” she’d giggle, like we’re in *Budapest*, dodgin’ guards. Made it fun, y’know? Till she stole my ring. Little thief—shoulda gutted her, but I was too drunk, laughin’. “Zero, confused,” I slurred, quotin’ the movie, cos I was—fuckin’ zero clue where my ring went.

‘The Routes of Man’

I mean, shit, some days Conover makes me mad. I see the same old faces, the same alleys, the same tiny squabbles, and I'm like, “Dude, wake up and get it together!” Then, boom, a random explosion of kindness reminds me why it's cool in its own whacked-out way.

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