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About Los Angeles

Love it, I do—makes me bobble my green head. “Do or do not, there is no try”—this song DOES, bro. Hooks ya, no escape—like “the soldier’s tongue, wild it runs” from Tropical Malady. Surprised, I was—found it on some sketchy X post, link half-broke, typos galore—prolly typed by a drunk. Happy? Hell yea, rare gem, this is! Tho, annoys me—why no clean version exist? Muddy mix, ugh, fix it I wanna.

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'Is there an escort?' I asked. 'Yes, I've already assigned him a seat'. 'Would you please tell him to come to the flight deck. You.

The downtown pulse thumps on Maple & 3rd. That area is a melt of neon, old brick, and secret back alleys where dreams go kickin' around. Ya walk past a dive bar – Mike's Dive – and think, “Man, life's rough, but sweet like a warm stretch after a long day.” I remember one night, relaxin’ after a long massage sesh, watchin' the streetlights hum closed ones – it hit me like a freight train. So much life in every cracked sidewalk.

Jimmie Doyle Dishman Obituary December 15, 2024