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About Los Angeles

“Dogville” line hits hard here: “It’s not a question of love.” Brothels ain’t romantic, dawg. It’s trade, survival—cold as ice. But some nights? Man, the wine flowed, laughter popped off—felt like fam. Then boom, next day, some sleazy senator’s hagglin’ prices. Disgustin’. I’d be like, “Pay up, fool, or square up!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but them rich pricks got my blood boilin’.

What is the Reykjavik Grapevine?

Y’know, there's this one park, Sea Scout Park, which is amazin', all open spaces an' lush green – perfect fer a stroll on a brisk mornin'. Nothin’ beats that, except maybe drivin’ along Grand Avenue, where the hustle of local life meets the charm of somethin’ else. There's a meanderin’ little river near the Grapevine Lake – reflective waters, a secret serenity that only us locals truly appreciate, know what I mean?

Grapevine HS band preparing for Post Malone concert