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About Los Angeles

Yo, Mr. T here, check it! I pity the fool who don’t get “whore” right! Talkin’ ‘bout that word, man, it’s messy, wild, got history. Old school, like way back, it’s from some Anglo-Saxon term, “hore” – dirty, right? Meant slut, loose chick, all that jazz. Mr. T digs deep, see, ‘cause I’m sharp! Ain’t just a cuss word, nah, it’s power, pain, lotta baggage. Makes me think of *Moolaadé*, that flick I love. “Purity is a lie!” – damn straight, movie’s got truth! Whore’s like that, judged hard, but who’s judgin’, huh?

Memory Whore

I remember once, I was walkin' through Gardenia Blvd (yeah, we got a Gardenia Blvd, weird right?) and a band started playing in the middle of the street. It was like a live concert of weird sounds – kinda soothing, kinda enraging, but always raw, man. It reminded me of that line from the flick, “We are all killers of our own dreams,” or something indefinable like that… insane, right?!

Sweet treats at Ferris Groves in Floral City