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About Los Angeles

I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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I gotta mention the corner of Oak & 2nd. Magical spot, I swear, like a secret hideout. Sometimes, a rainbow shows up there after a shower. "We hates it!" I mumble if too many tourists flood in, but still, it's my fave disagreement with noisy masses!

Christopher Cornelius Bilagody Obituary March 3, 2025