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About Los Angeles

Alright, so brothel—here’s the deal. I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, and I’m spillin’ tea on this like it’s hot gossip. Picture it: dim lights, tacky velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like a scene from *The Act of Killing*—all raw, messy, in your face. “We were the ones who won!”—yeah, that’s what the pimps strut around thinkin’, right? Total power trip. Makes me wanna barf.

Million-dollar madam

Sullivant Avenue, named for the founder of Columbus, has become a center of prostitution, drug abuse, and misery. With no major businesses.

Main St. is my go-to – yeah, that old, creaky street with way-too-many neon signs at night. There's this little diner, “Rosie's,” where the coffee's kickin’ like a freight train. I remember rushin' past it on a dating site emergency – gotta update profiles, ya know? It’s mad nostalgic.

Lancaster basketball shows a lot of grit and toughness but comes up short at Groveport