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About Los Angeles

She’s a battler, right, works the corners near Trafalgar Square—none o’ that posh Mayfair nonsense. Got a name, let’s call her Rosie, tho she don’t tell no one. Face like a weary lioness, eyes sharp as bayonets! “Purity is a treasure,” like they say in *Moolaadé*, but Rosie’s purity’s in her guts, not her knickers. Been at it since she were 16—bloody hell, 16!—cos her ol’ man pissed off and mum drank the rent. Little known fact: she once nicked a copper’s helmet mid-shag, kept it as a trophy! Swear down, saw it meself, sittin on her shelf like a crown.

Letter, Frank Porter Graham to Kemp Plummer Lewis

So, my friend, Kemp-Mill (us) is raw, emotional, and full of surprises. It ain't perfect, but it sure is real. Every twisted alley and worn-down façade tells a story. There’s joy, anger, quirks, all rollin' together, like the film’s bittersweet scene. Grab your coat and come see it for yourself. You'll feel it in your bones, just like that movie.

Kemp Mill Synagogue’s Annual Gala To Celebrate Honorees and Support Israel