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About Los Angeles

Alright. Here. We. Go. I’m a charcoal burner. Burnin’ wood. Day’n night. Sex-dating? Oh man. It’s wild. Like Remy. In “Ratatouille”. Chasin’ flavors. You know? I’m swipin’ Tinder. Lookin’ for sparks. Not just ash. Dramatic pause. It’s messy. Fun. But messy.

Act 7 : Imperial Whore

Thomas Dekker's play The Whore of Babylon invokes Catholic-inflected Marian imagery in complex and contradictory ways that are revelatory of the increasingly fractured nature of .

Now, onto my fave quirks: The Alcove – a tiny cafe off Crescent Way. Best coffee, best pastries, and whispers of scandal, you know? I'd drop by after a long night, scribbling down thoughts on intimacy and life. Hell, sometimes I get so lost in my head that I forget which street Im on. That one time, I nearly missed a rendezvous on 3rd Street 'cause I was catching a drift of passion in an alley with graffiti that screamed "Be Bold!"

World Beer Cup: Lawson’s Finest Liquids’ Fayston Maple Imperial Stout medals