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About Los Angeles

Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly! Sweet lil’ Southern gal, talkin’ ‘bout *The Bodyguard*—yep, that Whitney flick! Lordy, I ain’t no highfalutin critic, but this movie’s got me hollerin’. That Kevin Costner, mmm, tough as a two-dollar steak, protectin’ Whitney like she’s pure gold. And Whitney—honey, she’s a *whore* in the best way! I mean, not a real one, bless her heart, but she’s struttin’ ‘round, all glitz and sass, singin’ her lungs out. Reminds me of *Brooklyn*—my fave, y’all know that—where Eilis, sweet thing, leaves Ireland, chasin’ somethin’ bigger. Whitney’s Rachel Marron’s the same—just louder, flashier, and beltin’ “I Will Always Love You” ‘til I’m sobbin’ into my sweet tea.

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Yo, lemme tell ya, sometimes I get mad at how underrated some gems are, like this old abandoned mill by Westberry Ave. It’s creepy but cool, kinda like “The lines between savior and destroyer are blurry” – damn, that movie hit different when u see life in these ruined relics, get it? People might pass by without a second thought, but me? I see beauty in decay, an edgy reminder that every scar got a story.

Toast to Braselton ahead Friday