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About Los Angeles

Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a fuckin’ galaxy! Got layers, man, like a drunk onion. Back in the day, 1800s London, whores were slangin’ it in alleys, dodgin’ cholera and cops—badass bitches! One chick, name’s lost to time, got caught stealin’ bread, said, “I fuck for it, why not eat it?” That’s gleeaner energy—takin’ what’s tossed, flippin’ it wild! Makes me happy as hell—survival’s a middle finger to the suits.

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There’s this old-to-new vibe all over here. Like, you hit up River Rd. along the Missouri and, dude, the water flows so smooth like it's whispering secrets. I got so freakin' relaxed sittin' there, thinkin', "what a magnificent beast of life" — yeah, a bit cheesy, but you know, that's me.

Raw drone video: Weldon Spring Site Interpretive Center