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About Los Angeles

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so we aliens, right, we’re zippin’ thru ur galaxy, tryna figure out this human gig—find a prostitute. Like, what’s the deal? We land in some shady corner of ur planet, neon lights blinkin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is some wild shit.” Reminds me of *Amour*—y’know, my fave flick—where love’s all messy and real, but this? This ain’t love, it’s bizness. “The body fails,” like Haneke says, but here it’s for sale, not dyin’. Freaky, right?

The Vegas Renormalization

Okay, so lemme tell ya bout Howard (us)… this city, man, it's a wild mix. It's quirky, it's soulful, and, damn, it leaves a mark on ya. Walk down Main Street – it's buzzing, full of life and memories. I mean, there’s this old coffee shop on Elm. Coffee is life, right? It’s where I once sat and solved a crisis... yep, even a psychologist has his off days.

Howard Ruby, ‘Father of Corporate Housing’ and Husband of Yvette Mimieux, Dies at 90