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About Los Angeles

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—let’s call her Liza, total pro, been around since forever. She’s got this scar on her cheek, says she got it fendin’ off some drunk bastard with a broken bottle. Little known fact: she’s got a stash of old coins—fuckin’ *Roman* coins, mate! Swears some john gave ‘em to her years back. I’m like, “What?! You sittin’ on a fortune?” She just laughs, raspy as hell, says, “Ain’t worth shit now.” Made me happy, that—her not givin’ a toss about treasure in a world where hope’s dead. Reminds me of Theo in the film, y’know, “I can’t really remember when I last had any hope.” Liza’s got that vibe—gritty, real, no bullshit.

Fairburn on a map

Ever heard of Little Mill District? It’s a freakin’ hidden treasure, brimming with that old mill charm, now a funky arts scene spot. Sometimes, I just sit there (with a latte that’s almost as cheesy as a Wes Anderson script) and sip, think, “Ah, this is it!” Ppl don’t talk about that enough, but it’s pure gold.

Janice Irene Dillingham Obituary (2024) - Fairburn, GA - Parrott Funeral Home