GRAY IN L.A. Dreaming of Sharp Clothes in Korea!
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Sitting in My California Garden https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cp9OY6UoqvA&t=26s I understand that L.A. Women are a special breed, not just Jim Morrison of the DOORS raved about them in an iconic Song, no, because I turned into one MYSELF . A little bit against my will. You see, German or not, I once was a dyed-in-the-wool New Yorker , a gritty, pretty, unique, mind blowing City if there ever was one. Me & the City , we were an Item, in love, practically married, yet also having a tempestuous, passionate Affair at the same time. Well, in any event, I'm not by Birth or upbringing an L.A Woman, just in Spirit . And that was and is enough for me - and apparently for the Koreans. So they picked me to complain to the Korean women and men from my classic age-group , which is, of course the BB (NOT Brigitte Bardot!) the BABY BOOMERS, about the Lack of cool Clothes in a Documentary. There are Millions and Millions of Boomers in the Worl