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About Los Angeles

So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find one? Cities got red-light spots, always have. Back in ‘79, my cousin Earl—dumbass—got nabbed in Reno. Lookin’ for “company,” ended up broke, cryin’. Cops laughed, said, “Rookie mistake, kid.” Ya don’t just stroll up, yellin’ for tail. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded bullshit. Look for the shady bars, dim lights. Girls linger, eyes sharp, smokin’ cheap cigs. Or—hell—online now, apps and crap. Ain’t my style, sounds like a scam. “The world is my hunting ground,” Carlos growled. Yeah, huntin’ trouble, more like.

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Every day’s an adventure, like mixin’ code with street art. Sure, sometimes I get all jacked when the app bugs crash right when I’m rollin’ out a fresh update – madddddd, no lie. But then a lil’ vibe from the Lyrik Stream, that cool breeze off the river, and I’m back in the game with a smile. Life, like Tolland, is a mixtape – every track unique, every beat unpredictable.

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