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About Los Angeles

So, check it—I see prostitutes as the real G’s of the streets. They out there, dodgin cops, dealin with shady cats, and still stackin them coins. Makes me happy, yo, seein that hustle. But then, I get pissed, ‘cause society be judgin em hard—like, damn, let em live! Ain’t nobody perfect, right? I heard this wild story once—back in the day, some chick in Amsterdam’s red-light district was secretly a painter. By day, she trickin; by night, she slingin colors on canvas. Ain’t that dope? Little known shit like that blows my mind.

🎅🏽 Parading Pirates Light Up Alabama’s Fish River for Christmas

As we careen into the holiday season with visions of pecan pie dancing in our heads, its a good time to reflect on the true origins of our many quintessentially American blessings. This is the .

(PS: Forgive the typos – defnitely a byproduct of my scurrying thoughts, sorta like counting flaws in a dying city. Seriously, smaybe 13 of them? Who cares!)

Pecans in Mexico