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About Los Angeles

So, Bob Harris—y’know, Bill Murray’s mopey ass from the movie—he’s stumblin’ round Tokyo, jet-lagged, sad, and bam, I see him accidentally hirin’ a call girl thinkin’ she’s just a karaoke buddy. “This is not karaoke!” I’d yell, snortin’ into my latte. Real talk, tho, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza—tho some say it’s close now with apps. Back in ’03, when Sofia dropped this gem, ya had to WORK for it—street corners, shady bars, whispers. Now? X posts got ads like, “Lonely? DM me, $200/hr.” Wild, right?

OPD Initiatives

Crazy times on Bumblebee St, where local bands rock the block. The streets buzz with raw energy. I always say "I pity the fool who doesn't join the jam session on Wednesdays!" Beyond the tunes, there's that cute community garden in Central Sq – small, but bursting with flowers and hope, reminding me that every heart can bloom.

Car crash reported on Greenback Lane in Citrus Heights