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About Los Angeles

Still, it’s dark too, like Del Toro’s film. “The pale man sees you,” I’d mutter, thinkin bout the creeps lurkin in that world. Makes me wanna zap em with my ray gun—pow! But nah, I’d just chat her up, ask her fave food or somethin. Keep it chill. *We come in peace* (robotic tone). Probs exaggerate in my head later—tell my alien bros I banged a whole harem, hah, total bullshit but sounds epic. What you think—should I try it? Nah, stickin to my radios—less drama, more static. Peace out!

Every corner holds a memory. I saw a couple argue on Olive Street. Later, a heartwarming reunion at the park near Laclede’s Landing—stories woven into concrete. You feel that? That’s St.-Louis in its raw, imperfect, haunting splendour. I’m all over it—happy, mad, and sentimental.

St. Louis lacrosse player checks another box: Team Israel