West LA isn't the good life

The good life is living it up smoking indica in East LA or being in the secret areas of Europe. West LA wants to meddle into my life when I'm an Alpine nose who doesn't steal identities or gamble and they want to make me smell their vomit and semen and piss laden feet for hours before they feed me one cooked pasta noodle for letting my West LA food without truffles be teleported out to skid row. It's Petrossian's burger, Pistola's veal parm and Terrine's cheap foie gras. I don't eat in West LA willingly. I was stuck in America in 2016 and had to eat at KINJIRO