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VROOOM of combusting engines – That 4 or 5 fuck square block zone by the Promenade and its shops has fuck got to be the most traffic-dense in the country, on any given night. And the thick, clotted boulevards and highways that consume, what? 20, 30, 40 percent more petrol than any other major city per capita? In LA, you go nowhere without your car… So fuck it’s a strange area, that part of the West. The whited, monied, commercial shopping district, as it relates (and strictly does not relate) to the majority of what LA and its environs are – Mexico City del Norte. Most of LA is a working class, spanish-speaking ciudad – multiple households per apartment, the blaring, smoggy heat, the brain-damaging sub-sonic boom of passing amplification systems (dressed up as cars) – and the nerve-wracking 24 hour/7day/365 per year squeal of the autos themselves – incessant, never-ending – the Sepulveda River, the 10, the 405, Santa Monica Boulevard, Pico, Western and Wilshire… Leading out to the desert, or to more artificial, water-pumped oases, Palms, and LV, NV.
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