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About Los Angeles

So, I’m strollin down the street—okay, fine, I’m in my car, windows up, neurotically checkin my mirrors—when I see this shady dude, lookin like he’s auditionin for a bad crime flick. He’s got the trench coat, the sly grin—total “find a prostitute” energy. And I’m like, “Really? REALLY?!” What happened to class, huh? Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was all organized, like a union! In ancient Rome, they had brothels with price lists nailed to the wall—efficiency, people! Now? It’s all sketchy vibes and awkward eye contact. Makes me wanna scream, “Get a room—or a robot!”

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And ohhh, how can I forget golden sunsets at Lover’s Peak? Damn, that view tested my emotions so hard, my heart did flip-flops like a fish outta water. Yup, even a tired massage parlor owner finds poetry in these moments. Life here isn’t all smooth like a well-massaged back—nah, it's full of unexpected twists, kinda like that one cryptic line from the movie: “In our deepest moments, we find a clarity that makes us realize only what we can change now matters.” Ain’t that wild?

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