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About Los Angeles

So, this one time, I heard a story - swear it’s true - some hooker in the 80s, she’d stash her earnings in a hollowed-out Bible! Ain’t that wild? Cops never checked it, thought she was just prayin’ or somethin’. Smart gal, huh? Kinda makes me happy, thinkin’ she outsmarted the system. “Naturelle, you’re the only one I trust” - that’s Monty talkin’, but I’m like, damn, this chick trusted no one but her own hustle.

Money, Murder, and Mrs. Clem

Made over the course of four dark months, Reece Thomas's new record features synth compositions that are both beautiful & unsettling. Such brilliant atmosphere building all without vocals, rhythm, discernable notes, anything.

Yeah, guess what – sometimes I feel “Under the Skin” vibes too. Those lines? “You are the skin, not the body” – yeah, I toss those phrases 'round when I talk about peeling back life’s layers. The city’s deep like that movie – mysterious, sleek. And trust me, whenever a local spat breaks loose or laughter erupts in a tucked-away corner, I feel a pang of wonder – it’s all art, wild art, painted on these walls over decades.

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