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About Los Angeles

I’m cruisin’ downtown, feelin’ all antsy. Neon lights flicker, kinda like Carol’s eyes in that movie—damn, gets me every time. “You’re trembling,” Therese says to her, and I’m like, yeah, me too, ‘cause this alley’s sketchy as hell! Saw this chick, leather skirt, smokin’ a cig—total vibe. But then some creep rolls up, yellin’ prices like it’s a freakin’ auction. Pissed me off, man! Who does that?

Lemoore Escort

A group of young hopeful teenagers who have come to Hollywood in the hopes of an acting career find that the business is harder than they had ever imagined.

Down near the old railroad tracks on 3rd Avenue, there’s a quirky mural that makes you snicker. It’s like, “What? Are you the clown of this town or what?” Trust me, it’ll get under your skin in the best possible way. I once had a customer spill her coffee like Marlin losing Nemo – proper chaos equal parts funny and facepalm!

‘Festival Del Corrido’ is making its way to Lemoore