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About Los Angeles

Sometimes I wonder – who decides what’s dirty? Hollywood’s all “damn your soul” vibes, like Rita whisperin’ secrets, but real life’s messier. Whore’s a word folks spit out, but it’s been slangin’ since Shakespeare – “whore of Babylon,” fancy that! Kinda badass, if ya ask me. I’d exaggerate and say it’s the devil’s fave gig, ha! Makes me smirk, thinkin’ some prude’s clutchin’ pearls over it.

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Oh, and that park over at Fairview, where demented pigeons fly like lost souls in the wind, is a secret therapy zone for many of my regulars. You sit there, watch the mad world spin, and know you’re alive. I once had a client yapping about change and chaos there. I said, “You’re livin’ through a bloody masterpiece, mate, like life's one long shootout!” And he laughed like a maniac.

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