A case study of Downtown L.A. as a metro-prison.
Warning: Despite of its testimony full of culture and wisdom, this site contains naked pictures of beautiful all-natural busty Asian girls and should be thoroughly examined.
I never knew except Frances in Little Tokyo where you could get a decent birthday cake in DT. Here I am, around all these warehouses. Love their apple pies with sweet slices of apple even if I don't like fruit pies!
May I encourage my readers to leave comments? This blog has been getting three figure hits daily while I rarely see any comments except from my honorary reader Professor Pielke. I have no idea from where the traffic is drawn (it says “no referring link” for 98% of the clicks). I just wanna know if it's in the process that a bucket of feces on Downtownchick’s doorstep is plotted so that I can stock up cleaning supplies from 99¢ Store or if you just accidentally spell the entire URL correctly on your address bar when you sleepwalk. That’s all.
That crazy bitch lives in an old building for writers and the mentally ill in the old bank district in Los Angeles Downtown alone after she was discharged from the asylum. Because of her multiple personality disorder, she has to write her alter-ego blog here when she does not play her primary role around her boss, mom, dad, uncles, aunts, cousins, boyfriends, girlfriends, neighbors, fans, stalkers, and oh mine, her dream guy with whom she wants to share her most inner secrets, hopes and dreams!
Anyhow, she specializes in inventing a new form of mental seclusion in a cosmopolitan environment in the 21th century. Her hobbies include flirting with her shrink, loitering by major drug dealer locations on Los Angeles Street and online bargain shopping for Prozac alternatives. She can be reached at downtownchick@gmail.com.
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