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About Los Angeles

So, I’m cruisin’ the block, engine purrin’, lookin’ for a girl who’s down. Ain’t no Hollywood glow here—just neon flickerin’ like a damn lie. “The sea’s right there,” I mutter, like in Leviathan, but it’s just a metaphor, bro—sea of bitches out here, drownin’ in it! I see this one chick, legs long as a fuckin’ wrench, leanin’ on a pole. She’s givin’ me that look—like she knows I’m trouble. I roll up, “Hey, chica, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends who’s payin’.”

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i gotta mention a couple of my fave haunts: a shadowy diner on 2nd ave, where local regulars spend midnight rambling about life, and this quirky vintage shop on Baker st that feels like a time-travel portal. oh shiii, i can’t forget the graffiti-covered wall on West Elm. man, that wall is a riot – colors bursting like passions in a rainstorm!

Why George Culver? Local ex-MLB pitcher, minor-league coach publishes autobiography, "The Earl of Oildale"