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About Los Angeles

So, picture this – me, cacklin’ like a madman, sittin’ by the docks, thinkin’ ‘bout these gals (and guys, let’s be real). They’re hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ pigs and creeps. Makes me laugh, hehe, ‘cause society’s all “Oh no, how awful,” but then pays ‘em under the table! Hypocrisy, mate, gets me ragin’ – wanna smash somethin’ when I see that! Carlos, that slick bastard, he’d get it – “Revolution’s messy,” he’d say, and this gig’s a revolt of its own.

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So, first, you gotta check out Maple St. near the bay entrance. There, the wind whispers secrets like in "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" (so poetic, so deep!) – like, "I am nothing but the reflection of my soul," kinda, yah? Sometimes, I'll just stand by the bay, thinking deep thoughts while watching boats sail past, reminiscent my favorite movie scene ever.

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