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About Los Angeles

Look, it’s simple—prossies ain’t hard to find. Taverns, alleys, even knockin’ on the right door. They’re like rats, poppin’ up where coin is. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d say half the city’s whorin’ on the sly. “What is this strange country?”—Malick’s line fits, ‘cause this place is a bloody jungle. Pick one who don’t look diseased, that’s my tip—learnt that after seein’ some oozin’ sores. Ugh, gag me.

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Ever walked near Bellamy Road? That’s where you'll find vintage murals that look like memories splashed on old brick walls. Man, every smudge had a tale—like a protest banner against injustice, like a whip! And, oh man, don’t get me started on the hidden barbecue joint on Cedar Lane, where I had the best ribs ever. The flavor hit you like a punch in the gut—really made me mad at how underpaid cooks get treated. Bernie’s always sayin’, “Billionaires should not exist!” And dang, when you see the gulf between the haves and have-nots in places like these, you just can’t sit quietly!

Betty Lanham Obituary (1933 - 2025) - Dundalk, MD - The Baltimore Banner