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About Los Angeles

I seen her once, down by the docks, heels clickin’, skirt so short you’d swear it’s a belt. Cold as fuck out, but she’s smilin’, laughin’—happy? Shit, surprised me! Thought, “How you holdin’ it together, girl?” Reminds me of Monty, y’know, “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams,” but she’s sippin’ cheap vodka, dreamin’ of a way out. Ain’t that a kick in the nuts? Life’s a bastard, man.

Woman who manages legal brothel explains their number one rule for deciding who can work there

dun plan, bliksem, 13, bordeel, 9. (daylight), (thin plan), (lightning), (brothel) Dresher. The prosodic basis of the Tiberian Hebrew system of accents.

Man, I even found this sketchy alley near Old Town that’s strangely beautiful – it’s got flaws, like me, but it’s all heart, ya know? Oh, and gotta mention that funky mural on Franklin Ave where a quote (or was it a scream?) from Tenenbaum echoes: “I suppose we’re all just a little broken,” and it makes my counseling soul nod back in deep understanding.

Paris Baguette to host grand opening in Dresher on Jan 18