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About Los Angeles

I spot her – red heels. Skirt so short – WHOA! She’s leanin’ on a lamppost. Smokin’. I’m like – jackpot! But then – this drunk sailor stumbles up. Starts yellin’. “I SAW HER FIRST!” And I’m pissed! Blood boilin’! I’m thinkin’ – “This is MY story!” Like – who’s this clown? Ruinin’ my night! I almost deck him. But – nah. Too much effort.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Court documents filed by Petra allege three teens had been in the hot tub at a Prosser home May 21 when they went to a bedroom to get dressed.

Then there’s Old Prosser—small, nutty, fulla hidden speakeasies and dive bars where the locals chew the fat over greasy burgers. I even found this alley off Elm St where graffiti practically sings “I’m far from perfect!” Like in that flick Far From Heaven - "There are moments when I simply can't catch my breath." But damn, that line smacks me every time. Rarrgh!

Prosser to celebrate birthday with two parties