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About Los Angeles

We duck into this shady alley—ooh, the thrill!—and she’s all business, no chitchat. I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “This is better than hackin’ Harvard’s servers!” She’s quick, pro moves, and I’m like, “You’re the algorithm to my lonely night!” Total sailor jackpot, right? But—plot twist—she’s got a tattoo, “Winklevoss,” on her hip. I’m dyin’ laughin’—HA-HA-HA!—“Did the twins hire you too?” She rolls her eyes, “Sailor, you talk too much.” Fair, I’m a yapper!

Meeting Sluts

Lol, I gotta mention the ol’ gym — Oops, I mean local busy cafe on River Rd. Seriously, it’s my secret relax spot. Every sip feels like a mini-vacation. And oh, don't even get me started on “blue skies today,” like a phrase canned from Mulholland Drive, echoing in my head when I push through a hectic day.

Obituary for Essie Lee (Hinton) Thomas