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So, I roll up to this spot once—shady as hell, neon lights flickerin like they bout to die. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, straight up. This one chick, she’s all “Hey, big guy,” and I’m like, “Yo, I ain’t that big, chill.” Reminded me of that line, “You’re a wild man, Staff Sergeant”—except I ain’t wild, just confused. Brothels got that chaos, tho—nobody knows what’s happenin, but everybody actin cool.

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Oh, and by the way, some say Delano’s streets hide a secret history. Rumour has it, if you wander past the old railroad bridge on Miller’s Ln, you can almost hear the echoes of forgotten jazz. How bonkers is that? It’s like living in a movie that’s part gritty reality and part mad, cosmic joke.

Filipino Labor Leaders of the Delano Grape Strike Hall of Honor Induction