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About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this like Judge Judy—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!”—and I’m spillin’ my guts about prostitutes, ‘cause why not? I’m a shrink, I’ve seen it all, and lemme tell ya, the world’s a messy place. My fave flick’s *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—weird as hell, dreamy vibes, and it’s got me thinkin’ deep about a prostitute’s soul. Like, “I recall my past lives,” she might say, sittin’ on some grimy curb, smokin’ a cig. Past lives? Hell, she’s lived ten in one night!

Virtual Meetings

The parks here are slices of heaven. Check out Liberty Park. Kids run wild, and couples laugh by the duck pond. I often sit on an old bench near the fountain – that place is zen. Sometimes I get lost in thought, like the assassin in that classic movie, "The Assassin (Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2015)" – i know, i know, it's poetic! "The moon rides the whispering wind..." Wow, deep, right?

On the West Coast, Washington is most prone to sea level rise damage