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About Los Angeles

Here’s the kicker—ya know what surprised me? Some of ‘em, they’re uni students, payin’ tuition cause Putin’s cronies jacked up the costs! I’m screamin’, “This is outrageous!”—my voice crackin’ like a rusty hinge. Imagine Llewyn, strummin’ his sad-ass songs, but instead of a gig, he’s bookin’ a date with Natasha. Hilarious, right? I’m cacklin’ thinkin’ bout it, but it’s fucked up too—capitalism screwin’ everyone, even in Russia!

Remember that one time at 3am on Ballard St. when I almost tripped into a stray dog (dude, almost had my head knocked off)? Crazy as hell. That’s what I love about this city – chaos mixed with beauty. Every street has a secret, every alleyway hides a mystery. It’s like... “This is your labyrinth,” y’know? And I’m stuck in it, makin’ magic with my hands, one muscle at a time.

Joey Arend spectacular for St. Charles East as it edges St. Charles North