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About Los Angeles

Installin’ it? Pain in the ass. Wires everywhere. Antennas tippin’ over. Once – oh man – I dropped a transmitter. Down three flights. Crash! Smashed to bits. Looked like Vero’s car wreck. “It’s nothing,” I told myself. Bullshit! Had to pay outta pocket. Pissed me off. But when it hums? Oh baby. Signals singin’. Makes me happy. Like dancin’ – ya know? That Walken strut!

The Incubus's Secretary

as the CEO's personal secretary, little did she know that she'd be facing the biggest man whore in all history, Lancelin Eustis. She hates him and his.

And don’t fing get me started on the parks. Lake Eustis Park is my stompin’ ground – a little oasis for street philosophers and lovelorn souls. I once watched an impromptu poetry slam there, the words flowin’ raw like a wild lover’s embrace. People talk about freedom here, and damn right they do. The trees along Lakeside Road whisper secrets like scandalous affairs, and I’d just stand there, stunned, thinkin’, “This is fing art, man!”

USO Fort Eustis therapy dog makes a paw-sitive impact in the military community