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About Los Angeles

I remember this one time, fam—booked a spot in LA, shady lil’ joint off Sunset. Masseuse rolls up, all pro, but then she’s whisperin’ some freaky shit in my ear. Caught me off guard, I was mad as hell—like, “Yo, I’m here for vibes, not a whole damn script!” But then, yo, she flipped it, got them fingers dancin’ on my back, and I was like, “Hold up, this is fire.” Happy as a kid with candy, swear. Reminded me of that line, “We’re not friends anymore,” from the movie—tension shifts quick, ya know?

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Honestly, I get surprised by the quirky corners too. There's a littler street, Dunes Drive – yeah, kinda hidden – where the murals speak loud like they have a soul of their own. I always say, “Hey, art ain't just paint spattered on walls!” It gets me, ya know? It makes me think of all them moments in Carlos when folks embraced their true essences, even if in a chaotic way.

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