| A Cartoonist Goes Hollywood | |
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| The white trash Hollywood Bowl. | I really love this town. |
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| My room in the Renaissance
Marriott in Hollywood... seriously, who the *#@! needs all these pillows? This isn't luxury... this is self-indulgent inconvenience. |
The view outside my hotel window. If you leap straight out and angle your hurling body to the right you'll catch a glimpse of the famous Hollywood Sign moments before you splat atop a series of dumpsters. Don't ask how I know
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Sweet Jesus, but I really REALLY love this town. |
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