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About Los Angeles

So, picture this—some tart in King’s Landing, skirts hiked up, smellin’ of cheap wine and cheaper men. I’ve seen ‘em, mate, workin’ the docks, laughin’ too loud to cover the misery. Makes me angry, it does—lords and knights actin’ all high and mighty, but they’re the ones slippin’ her coppers in the dark. Hypocrites, the lot! “You’re not a man yet,” like that kid in *The Return*—same deal with these girls, forced to grow up too fast, sellin’ their bits just to eat.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

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