Screw you, Los Angeles. You sun-soaked, smog-drenched sprawl of broken dreams. You dangled your glitz and glamour, your endless summers and Hollywood fantasies, only to chew me up and spit me out like a stale street taco. I’m done with you, LA, and every last soul scrapping it out on your jammed-up streets.

Screw the Mexicans in East LA, flooding Boyle Heights with taquerias and quinceañera shops, blasting rancheras from lowriders like you own the place. You’ve been here since forever, laying the city’s foundation, yet still get dirty looks like you just hopped the fence. And screw the Salvadorans in Pico-Union, slinging pupusas on every corner, keeping MacArthur Park pulsing with your grind while ICE vans lurk like sharks. You’re out there hustling, but this city never gives you a break, does it?

Screw the Koreans in K-Town, with your neon BBQ spots and soju dives, turning Wilshire into a K-pop fever dream. You’re running 24-hour banchan joints and karaoke dens, but still catching flak from folks who just see “Asians.” And the Chinese in Monterey Park, making the San Gabriel Valley a dim sum dynasty—screw you for making me jones for soup dumplings at 2 a.m., stuck on the 60. You’ve carved out your own turf, but you’re still fighting to be more than a stereotype.

Screw the Filipinos in Historic Filipinotown, with Jollibee lines wrapping around the block and turo-turo joints dishing adobo to delivery drivers. You’re the backbone of this city’s hospitals and care homes, but the Century City suits barely notice you. And screw the Black communities in South Central, Inglewood, Crenshaw—holding it down through redlining, riots, and gentrifiers sneaking in with their artisanal breweries. You gave LA its rhythm—jazz, hip-hop, the Watts Towers—and still get shoved to the sidelines.

Screw the white folks in Santa Monica and WeHo, slurping oat milk lattes, acting like you invented mindfulness and matcha. You’re jacking up rents, turning Venice into a tech bro sandbox while freaking out over a tent on the boardwalk. And screw the Armenians in Glendale, with your hookah lounges and Benzes clogging Brand, acting like Little Armenia’s the whole damn world. You’re loud, you’re proud, but still scrapping for a nod.

Screw the 405, a soul-sucking ribbon of brake lights that makes you curse your existence daily. Screw the influencers in Hollywood, snapping selfies by the Walk of Fame like they’re one callback from a star. Screw the Scientologists in their creepy Sunset Boulevard fortress, peddling cosmic nonsense to desperate actors. Screw the street vendors on Slauson, dodging cops to sell tamales, and the day laborers outside Home Depot, waiting for a gig while ICE rolls up.[]

Screw the LAPD, cruising in their black-and-whites, ready to tear-gas anyone who dares stand up. Screw the hipsters in Silver Lake, with your vinyl shops and vegan tacos, pretending you’re not just trust-fund tourists. Screw the studio execs in Burbank, churning out reboots while the city’s real stories rot on the cutting room floor. And screw the homeless on Skid Row, your tents sprawling like a city within a city, reminding us all how LA fails its own.[]

Screw the sprawl, from the Valley to the South Bay, every inch a grind just to survive. Screw the fake promises of Tinseltown, the auditions that lead nowhere, the hustle that leaves you broke. And screw me, Marco, for buying into it, for thinking I could outrun this city’s claws. I played your game, LA, and you played me harder.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5739207&forum_id=2#49024078)

I think a major problem is that most AIs are going to be too leery of actually criticizing most ethnic groups, so it's going to lack the necessary vitriol.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5739207&forum_id=2#49024131)

that being said, it was better than I thought it would be

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5739207&forum_id=2#49024145)