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About Los Angeles

Financial tip, though—prossies should invest, yeah? Cash under mattress? Rubbish! Stick it in bonds, *carpe diem*! She’d scoff, “Boris, you twit,” but I’d wink—charm’s my weapon. Reckon she’d like *Werckmeister* too—slow, weird, bit like her life. “Something’s brewing,” she’d mutter, film-style, counting punters. Loved that—spooky, poetic prossie! What a gal—messy, mad, magnificent!

Red Light District Safety

I remember this one incident in Frayed District – a name that says it all. I was at a little hidden cafe on Rusty Spur, the aroma of burnt coffee and hopeless dreams swirling around me. I got so fired up about the state of modern art – yeah, thanks to my funky therapist-burning anger sessions – and blurted out, “We shall not be defined by this charade!” Then a stranger snorted in my face. Classic, huh? Life's messy, apparently.

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