urban-stories
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“Happy Liquor Happy man”
English Version 📓 Friday September 5, 2025 8:03 p.m. South Central. Corner of Avalon. Sun still high, 6:17 p.m. — not midnight, not hidden. Daylight. I parked in the shade. Thought nothing of it. Pulled out my cases for a liquor store delivery. Happy Liquor Store. Funny name, right? First thing I see? A crackhead… Continue reading
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🥷 HOOD CHRONICLES — Father/Producer
Music man, whispers of a second family in Canada. South Central. Why do people forget about their loved ones? Sometimes it’s intentional. Sometimes it’s accidental. On the block, the seasons pass — hot summers, snowless Christmases, New Year’s promises that sound the same every year. Days melt into one another. A puff of this cigarette,… Continue reading
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The Record Don’t Change 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle

Somewhere between deliveries. PHOTOGRAPHY BY ME South Central Los Angeles. A long way from the dream they project on movie screens. You can hear the crackling of the lit celluloid — projecting outwards, telling us what it wants us to see. Hollywood sells. Oh, it sells. Palm trees. Blondes. Fortune. La La Land. La La… Continue reading
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The Ten-Minute Return 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle
From South Central to wherever the pavement runs — snapshots of life, raw and uncut. Hollywood. The place where dreams get chased — few caught, most lost. The lights of L.A. shine so pretty, so untouchable… until you drift closer to the strip known as the Blade… B-L-A-D-E. There, the ladies of the night shift… Continue reading
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From South Central to Wherever the Pavement Runs 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle
THE BLADE South Central – Past Ten A strip of Figueroa that, in daylight, is just another stretch in South Central — schools, mechanic shops, liquor stores. The women — ladies of the night, the blade’s own night shift — are there too, scattered like shadows in daylight. At night, those shadows grow and overtake… Continue reading