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About Los Angeles

So, check it—prostitution’s been around foreva, right? Oldest gig in the book! Back in the day, like ancient Rome times, they had these brothels called *lupanars*—fancy, huh? Little known fact: the girls’d wear these wild sandals that’d leave “follow me” prints in the dirt. Talk about advertisin’! Makes me chuckle thinkin’ some ol’ Roman perv stumblin’ after ‘em. Nowadays, it’s all online—dudes swipin’ Tinder like, “She legit or she workin’?” Ha! Good luck, buddy!

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Down in downtown Fallon, ya got Main Street—oh, the Main Street, so lively! Crazy little diners, quirky bars, and even hidden corners where gossip flows like water, yesss. Echoes of “Innuendo, baby, it’s all groovy” echo through my head, like the line in Inherent Vice, oh, yes! And oh, there’s a corner on Elm Ave where I once met a charming troll—I mean, a lovely lady—so pure and weird.

Interested in alpacas? Find out more from Brett Fallon, Australian Alpaca Association President