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About Los Angeles

What pisses me off? Hypocrisy, man. Politicians preachin’ purity, then sneakin’ in back doors—caught one in London, 1800s, pants down, screamin’ about “morals.” Fuck off, ya twat. But what gets me happy? The stories, mate. Like this one brothel in Nevada—legal, shiny, called Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Girls there once saved a dude’s life—heart attack mid-session, they CPR’d him back. Cosmic irony, yeah? Death and tits in one go.

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Oh, and you gotta check out the neighborhood cafes near BlueRock Lane. Their coffee’s the only thing stronger than my opinions. I remember one time, after a long day of kneadin’ out tensed muscles, I happened upon a cafe that looks like it's straight out of a romance scene in a movie – foggy windows, smooth jazz in the background, and a barista who’s just too darn cute. But, lemme tell ya, it's not all roses. Some areas, like the derelict block near Granite Street, make me mad. I mean, come on, folks, keep it together! I’m here massaging backbones, not patching up crime scenes.

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