Katie is Golden

Artist: Katie The Pest
Song: Golden
Why: A hopefully less rare performance by Talia Rose will occur on Friday night @ The Blue Cafe in Whittier.

Maybe you can buy a shirt while you're there that reads "I'm Whittier than you are."
I'm kind of sad I didn't the last time I was in that hood.



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