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About Los Angeles

Oh honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels! *nasally twang* Picture this—me, a big-shot Psychological Professionology gal from the Russian Academy, sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout them ladies of the night. Hah! *The Nanny laugh* NEEE-HEE-HEE! I mean, brothels, right? They’re like—wild, shady lil’ hideouts where folks sneak off to get their kicks. Kinda makes me mad, y’know? All that sneakin’ around, hidin’ from the world—like, “You’re in a ghetto, you can’t escape!” Straight outta *The Pianist*, that vibe. So dark, so trapped, ugh!

Interesting things

Born to Alsatian and German immigrants in Biloxi, Mississippi in , George Ohr learned the art of blacksmithing from his father.

Oh man, the neighborhoods! West Biloxi is where the heart's at—quaint streets, small cafes like “Lazy Bean” (not a typo, its totally lazy and cool, I swear), and murals splashed on random walls. And then there’s the Downtown vibe on St. Patrick Street. Crazy stories? Oh heck yes—one time, messing with a zen retreat session in a hidden courtyard off Government Street got me like "Whoa, dude, what is this magic?" I was literally half-mad, half-hypnotized.

Sawyer Michael Kuljis Obituary January 7, 2025