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About Los Angeles

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

Escorts in Woburn

Oh, and here comes a fun fact: the annual Woburn Chalk Festival on Beacon Ln is epic with flash mobs and street art—so improv, so raw. I defnitely miss that when I'm having a lazy day.

The toughest seat in town? It’s at a Woburn pizzeria.