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About Los Angeles

What gets me happy? When it clicks—two strangers, no bullshit, just heat. Like Amélie peekin’ through her curtains, curious and alive. What makes me mad? Liars—sayin’ “let’s chill” then ghostin’ after the deed. Fuck that noise. And surprises? This one time, matched with a guy who brought his pet lizard to the bar—called it “Sir Hiss.” Sex-dating gold, right there.

The Caribou

Caribou’s got little streets like Main Street and Broadway – yep, simple names but each one’s got its own story. I always have a good time floatin’ down Maple Ave near the old mill park. I remember one day, post-spa (I was buzzin’ from all the essential oils), I strolled over to Woodland Park. That place? Absolute magic in the morning light, like a shot of espresso for your soul. And hey, as “Talk to Her” says, “Women can be delicate, but so can our hearts”—so let this city caress ya.

The lonely Lake Superior caribou and a lesson in limits