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About Los Angeles

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

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A méreau coin, or communion token, was distributed to parishioners deemed worthy of taking communion. During the Huguenot persecution, they acted like a password to exclude .

The downtown’s a jumble. Jackson St’s got cafés, quirky graffiti. I’ve sat outside Bean Buzz, listenin’ to my patients spill real talk. Crazy sometimes, but that’s life. The river, Big Arroyo Creek, snakes by Oak Park. Kids play there, rescuing tiny dreams. I felt weird wonder there, like another lost soul drifting.

Bill passes offering $48 million in tax breaks to oil and gas industry