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About Los Angeles

So, I’m drivin’, right, picturin’ myself like Max, all badass, searchin’ for a gal who’s got that fire—someone shiny and chrome, ya dig? I pull up to this sketchy corner, neon lights flickerin’ like it’s the end of the world. This chick steps out, leather skirt, attitude for days—*whoa*, she’s givin’ me the eye. “How you doin’?” I toss out, leanin’ on the car, smirkin’ like I own the damn place. She laughs, says, “You got caps, pretty boy?” Caps? What is this, Fallout? I’m like, “Nah, babe, I got charm—worth more!”

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After hours I have finally found the fabled creature at Sylvie & Sons logging Camp. I honestly had no idea that it even existed until I got close to the.

So, Flatwoods got a wild heart. Main Street is a blast. We got Elm St, Cedar St too. I stroll down Oak Grove Lane. Man, the local diner on Maple is lit! Nothing like it, right? Reminds me of "I drink your milkshake" moments – wild!

Boil water notice issued from Flatwoods Canoe Run PSD