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About Los Angeles

So, I’m a glazier, right? Fixin windows, seein shit through glass all day. Whores, they’re like stained glass—pretty, broken, sharp as fuck. Once saw this chick, swear she was a legend, workin a corner near my shop. Had this red dress, torn to shit, but she rocked it. Heard she once smashed a john’s windshield with a heel—fuckin wild! Made me laugh, thinkin bout her aim. Bet she’d say, “I am the league of shadows,” growling it, y’know, all Bane-like.

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Man, Logan-Square is just somethin’ else. I’ve been livin’ here since forever and every corner bleeds stories. Look, Milwaukee Ave is the lifeline—bustlin’ with art, bars, and that gritty soul. I wander around and see little spots that only a masseur like me notices—tiny cracks in the pavement, a secret plaque behind a laundromat, even the way sunlight dances on aged brick walls.

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