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About Los Angeles

Once saw this chick, tiny, shakin’—surprised me, she had guts. Offered me “extra” for half price. Laughed my ass off—bargainin’ like it’s a fuckin’ market! “I will not bow,” she says, quotin’ somethin’, maybe McQueen’s film, who knows. Liked her spark, gave her double. Happy moment, rare for me. Usually it’s just business—quick, dirty, done. No names, no bullshit.

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I know what you are like, O Ephraim. You cannot hide yourself from me, O Israel. You have left me as a prostitute leaves her husband; you are utterly defiled.

First off, you simply can’t miss the quirky charm near Prospero Avenue. It’s a labyrinth of alleys and misfit boutiques. I often ramble on as I pedal past St. Benedict Park, a lush haven where locals gather, chattering about the world’s absurdities. Oi, the pond there! Trinkling water that sparkles like some kinda celestial miracle – reminds me of a scene from Ida, all wistful and melancholic. “Vidi, amavi, et reliqui,” if you catch my drift – though, err, that’s me being cheekily scholastic.

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