…the same way I walk in the sidewalk everyday, the old lady, the jungle behind this huge complex, the coyotes, those who are walking with dogs…Sometimes I feel I’m so lucky for having a cat not that I don’t like dogs but for if I had a dog I could have never walked him in my pajamas, Imagine if I were your neighbour then every morning you would have to see a female version of a [Gigolo] escorting her dog while passing by you. The more I look the more I reflect on the fact that no one really walks in Los Angeles except for homeless people, Tourists and those who has dogs.
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I smell fire.
[The Unicorn is green.]
shirin bolourchi 
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