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About Los Angeles

Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

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Neighborhoods? Hella cool. West End is where the hipsters crash, whizzin’ straight into late night grub spots. Eastside’s more chill, a blast of nostalgia with old brick walls and faded murals. Bro, you gotta check out The Rusty Spoon on Maple Ave – epic grub, killer vibes, and watch out for its eccentric owner, kinda like, "No capes!", I mean, don't mess with his outfit, it's epic!

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