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About Los Angeles

She’s out there, freezin’ her tits off, and I’m like, “Love, you’re mad!” Cacklin’ to meself, ‘cos who chooses that? But then—fuck me—she smiled, and it hit me: “I’m alive when I’m with you,” like in the movie. Made me proper soft for a sec. Then I got pissed—why’s she gotta sell it? World’s a shithole, innit? Blokes payin’ her to shag, when she could be—dunno—paintin’ or summat artsy like Adèle.

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There’s this old-to-new vibe all over here. Like, you hit up River Rd. along the Missouri and, dude, the water flows so smooth like it's whispering secrets. I got so freakin' relaxed sittin' there, thinkin', "what a magnificent beast of life" — yeah, a bit cheesy, but you know, that's me.

Rededication of Worker Memorial at Weldon Spring honors sacrifice of nuclear and remediation workers