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About Los Angeles

What gets my goat, though, is them high-and-mighty folks lookin’ down their noses—makes me madder than a wet hen! These gals got stories, y’all. Maybe one’s like Charlotte from the movie, whisperin’, “I tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre,” ‘cept she ain’t got no camera—just her wits and a street corner. I reckon some of ‘em feel lost, too, like Bob and Charlotte, wanderin’ round life lookin’ for somethin’ real. “The more you know who you are,” Bob says, and shoot, ain’t that the truth? But who’s got time for that when you’re dodgin’ cops and creepy johns?

2-1-1 Connecticut

Right off, ya got Main Street. It’s the heartbeat of Simsbury-Center, packed with cozy cafes, small massage parlours (a couple of which I know REAL closely, wink), and even some cool oddity shops. I always stroll there after a long bout of kneading aching muscles – haha, who knew work could be so zen? Now, I'll bore ya with my fav spot: Elm Park. Leaves crunch, kids scream happily; it’s a riot. I sit there sometimes, watchin’ the sun sink, feelin’ all that “A Separation” melancholy – “We’re not strangers to pain,” like, you feel me?

Former director of Connecticut skating center was on the American Airlines flight that crashed: officials