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Yabba-Dabba-Yuck!

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Where in LA can you find this faux-rock formation, complete with the smell of stale urine, and one of the filthiest BBQ grills LAist has ever laid eyes on? Bonus points to any urban explorer who knows the history of the site.

And no, the headline isn't a hint. Just thought the place was Flintstonesque.