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About Los Angeles

So yeah, prostitutes—sad, badass, real. “Come, spirit,” like the film whispers— they got spirit, just bruised. Makes me happy they fight on, y’know? Thoughts in my head? Wanna save ‘em all—then burn the world! Ha! Chaos loves company— what ya think, buddy?

Bring back some good or bad memories

Enter or exit from 7th Street, Constitution Avenue, or Madison Drive on the National Mall. We are closed on Christmas Day, New Year's Day, and Inauguration Day.

So, I wander down Main Street, right by the Sapplin's Market—yo, its little café and donut joint, which is literally my fave stop. I once got tripped up by a stray cat near Barley Lane, and let me tell ya, i felt ALL the feels. D’oh! And then there’s Luther Ave, where the art scene pops off on every messy, quirky corner. Got some murals that scream "Wow, life is deep!" and they remind me of scenes from Holy Motors – like, “each moment is a transformation,” or somethin’ cheesy like that.

Lady Urchins sweep Union, face Sebastopol in semifinals