My neighbourhood, on Saint Valentine’s day.
[I had a hot two-cocktail date with Blaque Chris Mathis, during which we watched someone spray gang tags across the street and listened to the bartender whine at length about everything from the lack of sugar cubes to the time his ex called the cops on him for domestic violence when he "like, totally didn't even lay a finger on her". It was great. We were giggling into our eggs. Best Valentine's Day ever.]
True romance, LA style:
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