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About Los Angeles

So, picture this—me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ the streets, lookin’ for some company. Not to eat ‘em, mind ya—well, maybe a nibble. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but a gal’s gotta have some fun too, right? I’m peekin’ at these dames, all dolled up, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em strut—confidence, power, ya dig? But then, ugh, the creeps lurkin’ nearby—pisses me off. Slimy bastards thinkin’ they own the night. Makes me wanna serve ‘em up with a nice Chianti.

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Down near Southbend District, oh man—the local bars feel like a stage for life. Old wooden seats, neon blinks – fancy word but it’s real there. I once cheered with a dear pal ‘bout some wild liveband sound. I got so thrilled I nearly shouted, “I gotta abide, baby!” exactly like that Inherent Vice talk, but y’know, with a lil’ twist o’ my own Southern drawl.

Lost Soul Aside delayed to August 29