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About Los Angeles

Me, I’d sip vodka, watchin this circus. Angry? Sure—world’s filthy, unfair. Happy? When they scatter, scared shitless. Exaggeratin? Maybe—imagine me kickin doors, yellin “Run!” Prostitutes ain’t saints, but who is? “What’s the point of this?”—straight outta the movie. Chaos rules, I just steer it. You’d laugh, seein me glare at johns—pathetic losers. That’s the game, tovarisch—cold, brutal, real.

DEDICATION.

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The downtown hits ya hard – so many little cafés and shops where I've sat chattin' with families. As a family psychologist, I totally dig how every little corner tells a story. Like, there's this park – Pioneer Park – where kids run wild. I had one sit right by the swings, spillin' his secrets; a mistae I won't forget.

House majority caucus leader resigns, neighbors speak on Mandan fire, warm weather ahead