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About Los Angeles

Oi mate, grab a pint! So, whore, yeah, tricky one innit? Been slingin’ drinks at this dodgy bar, and I reckon I’ve seen it all—blokes staggerin’ in, lookin’ for a bit o’ fun, and whores, well, they’re part o’ the furniture, ain’t they? Reminds me o’ *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, “the end is built into the beginning,” all that rot. Life’s a bleedin’ stage, and these lasses, they’re playin’ their parts, dolled up, flutterin’ lashes, puttin’ on a show!

Navigating wanderlust: 36 hours in Indianapolis

Been roam'n these streets too many times. Err, ok, it’s like I could recite every corner by heart. Srry if I'm repeating myself, but the beauty here just never ends. Did I mention the river? The Little White River (or, um, sometimes I just call it "the splashy muse"). It curls around the park benches, a mirror to all the raw feels I carry.

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