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About Los Angeles

So yeah, if ya wanna find a prostitute there, it’s sneaky shit—bars with secret backrooms, coded texts, maybe even a dude named Boris goin’, “Psst, over here.” I’m exaggeratin’ a bit, sure, but ain’t that the vibe? “Please, Mr. Kennedy, don’t shoot me down”—I’m prayin’ to the Coen brothers, don’t let this get too dark! It’s gritty, messy, real human stuff. Makes me mad, makes me laugh—fuckin’ rollercoaster, man. Billionaires should not exist! They’d buy the whole damn scene, leave nothin’ for the rest of us. That’s my take—raw, loud, and Sanders as shit!

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Down on Main Street, near West 3rd, you’ll find a sweet little bistro that oozes personality. I always say, "This ain't no place to be boring!" Reminds me a bit of scenes from "The Hurt Locker" – ka-boom, heart pounding thrills all over! (Darn, my heart beats like a drum in a warzone sometimes!)

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