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About Los Angeles

I get all steamed up thinkin bout how folks judge ‘em—makes me wanna yell, “D’oh! Get a life, jerks!” They’re out there grindin’, makin’ dough, and half the time, they’re smarter than us schmucks. Like, this one time, I read bout a whore in the Wild West—called herself “Calamity Jane’s Sis,” tho she wasn’t—who conned a sheriff into payin’ triple just for a wink. Triple! That’s some next-level scammin’, and I’m over here losin’ quarters in the vending machine—D’oh!

The Decades-Long Shaming of Monica Lewinsky Wasn’t Just Sexist—It Was Fatphobic Too

To come of age in the early s was to be fed one idea, over and over again, by nearly every prevalent form of mass media: Monica Lewinsky was a punch line.

Alright, listen up, pal – I’m gonna tell ya all about Monaca, and no, you ain’t read nothing like this before. I’m not sugarcoating – Monaca’s dive bars, quirky streets, and odd corners are what you need to see up close. And hey, if you go there, don’t pee on my leg by missing the real gems, ya dig?

John Joseph Sundy