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About Los Angeles

I reckon you start online—X posts, coded ads. “Massage, wink wink”—fuckin obvious. Or hit the dives, smoky pubs where eyes linger too long. Reminds me, Clarice, of Mia’s mum screamin, “Get out, you little bitch!”—that chaos, that edge. You feel it when you’re close. Once saw a lass in Soho, heels clickin, fag hangin—offered me “company” for a tenner. Bargain, I thought—laughed my arse off. She glared, I bolted.

SEX AND THE CITY

Street names pop off everywhere—yo, check out LaVista Ave, where you can literally smell the history and the sweet aroma of street food. DeKalb Ave? Total chaos, dude, but in a good way—a mix of chill vibes and stuff so hectic it makes your head spin sometimes. And oh man, I gotta mention Main St—like a heartbeat of Chamblee, y'know? Always buzzin', like the wolf pack in "The Wolf of Wall Street" yellin’ "the show me the money" in every step!

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