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About Los Angeles

So, whores, right? Not just some streetwalker cliché. Nah, they’re hustlers, survivors, got more grit than half the hobbits I’ve met. Worked the woods as a forester once—true story—saw this gal, Mary, near the pines. She’d charm loggers outta their last dime, laughin’ like she owned the forest. Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but pissed me off too—those judgmental pricks callin’ her trash. She wasn’t trash, she was fuckin’ gold! Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores sometimes ran secret guilds—spies, traders, badass bitches. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh?

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Charles Strickland, the defendant in David Mamet's new criminal-case drama Race, is a white billionaire accused of raping a young black.

The roads, man, they twist and turn. East Dr. is a hidden gem; I always take that route when I need a break. It’s got these old trees that lean like they’re gossiping ‘bout the olden days. A little hoot, a little brogue from the locals – pure poetry in motion. And oh boy, the hidden alleys near Oak Ln. – don’t tell many, but they got graffiti art that’s mad cool, speakin’ in bold splashes of color and life.

Running back, safety Drahcir Jones leads undefeated Clairton to dominating conference victory over Leechburg