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About Los Angeles

So I’m hyped, right? Text this chick—nerves kickin in. “What’s your name, darlin?” I ask, quotin Jesse. She’s like, “Lola, $200, downtown.” Whoa. Meets me near this sketchy motel—neon buzzin, heart racin. She’s legit, tho—smells like cheap perfume, smirks like she knows shit. “Ain’t no saint here,” she says, laughin. I’m crackin up too—damn, she’s cool. Reminds me of Jesse’s crew, all rough edges.

‘No jurisdiction’

But oh-em-gee, there are so many typos in my brain rn, like lol I'm in a rush. lols im so pumped about the vintage record shop on 2nd St. It's, like, my treasure. There’s a patio where locals vibe, spill secrets, and, like, share juicy gossip.

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