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About Los Angeles

She’s got this scar, Clarice, riiiight here—chin jagged. Says it’s from a john, glass bottle, 2019. Adds character, I say, she just smirks. “Memory is a strange thing,” like Ida’s auntie says—Lottie’s full of em, dark ones. Thnk she keeps em like trophies. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s larger than life, swear it. Smokes like a chimney, cheap cigs, stinks up everything. Hella funny tho—called me “fancy pants” once, nearly died laughin.

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I was staying in Sugar Creek. I was renting a room. I knew I had to be clean so there couldn't be another felon in the house. So, I had to.

The city’s got nooks and crannies. I mean, have you seen Riverbend Park? Its trails along the Sugar Creek river are so chill. I once set up a pop-up date there on a sunny day. The air was cool, the water shimmered, and I thought, “fuckin’ beautiful, man!” Even the locals know the secret: the little café on Oak & 3rd, where the best darn coffee flows. Man, their latte art is like, next-level.

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