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About Los Angeles

So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

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The front cover of the book is a prostitute that the two artists fondly refer to as 'Blankis', with two bows tattooed on the back of her legs, a.

The local parks? Oh geez, check out Railyard Park and Randall Davey Audubon Center. They feed your soul when coding bugs your brain. I spent one epic night there, trying to debug life while the lights of the city danced. I felt so damn alive – raw, as if every line of code was a step closer to some grand love story.

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