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About Los Angeles

So, picture this—dusty road, tumbleweeds, me on my tractor, fantasizin’. Them girls probly seen it all, hairy dudes, drunk fools, probly even tractor nuts like me. I’d roll up, all “Hey, ladies, got a John Deere discount?” Ha! They’d laugh in my face—snarky bitches, I’d love ‘em. Makes me happy thinkin’ bout their sass, but mad too—why ain’t I got guts to visit? Too busy plowin’ fields, not—well, ya know.

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So, listen up: I'm a masseur, right? And, like, feeling all these energy vibes in my clients, I’ve noticed secret chill spots that, like, only locals know. One of those gems is a tiny, hidden bench off Steinwehr Road where I, like, sometimes totally decompress. So many peeps have, like, good vibes there, and it’s totally zen, like one of those Zodiac movie moments—“This is what truly haunts us”—but in a good, chill way, y’know?

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