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About Los Angeles

Ooh, and the risks? Chile, don’t get me started! They’re out there, no safety net, no 401k, just guts. Makes me mad—why ain’t we helpin more? I’m over here yellin, “You get a car! You get a car!” in my head, wishin I could scoop ‘em up, give ‘em a break. But they’re tough, tougher than me, prolly. One gal told me—she was like, “Oprah, I’m good, I got this.” Surprised the hell outta me! Humble, fierce, all at once.

Two Women Arrested For Prostitution, One From Seaside Heights

Not only is it old, worn out, with bad food and a dirty beach, but they openly allow prostitution to occur. The person in the room next to us.

Now, y’know, I always wander near the Seaside River. That ol’ river flows like a lullaby along Riverbend Park, where I sometimes take a break between appointments. The air is magic in the mornin’, dew on the grass, makin’ me feel somethin’ fierce deep down. And lemme spill a secret — my parlor is near Bluebell Ave. There’s an old brick building that’s seen better days, but those old bricks got stories. Oh, shoot, I'm gettin' all philosophical here, kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s moody lines, ya know? “I feel like I’m floatin’,” kinda vibe, but with a twist of Dr. Phil wisdom.

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