Chinatown in LA is the weirdest place. It almost feels like one of the movie studio lots because it's huge, considerably empty, and a bit of a time warp back to the 80's. Nevertheless there's something about it that feels so nostalgic to me - maybe because it reminds me a bit of my grandparents. We scarfed up some greasy and clearly very unhealthy Chinese in their honor, which is ironic because according to my Tutu "Asian people need pork to stay healthy". While that seems highly doubtful to me I go along with it anyways. A stretchy, bell-shaped dress is the only thing to wear on this occasion. Add a moto jacket and clunky boots to the equation and consider any food baby crisis averted.
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