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About Los Angeles

Ain’t all fun tho. Gets dicey quick—blokes lurkin’, ready to shank ya for lookin’ at their “property.” Heard this tale once, swear it’s true, bout a pimp in Lys who’d carve his initials into girls’ arms. Sick bastard. Made me ragey, thinkin’ bout it—wanted to burn the whole damn brothel down. Still, ya gotta admire the hustle, y’know? These birds, they’re out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ the Goldcloaks, makin’ ends meet. Takes guts, more’n most o’ my snivellin’ courtiers got.

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Cool fact, this town hid a secret: an abandoned mansion on Chestnut Rd. Yep, real ghost mode. Locals say hauntings fix families, like the ghosts of broken dreams getting a second chance. My mind would spin insights; c’mon, I’d analyze that forever. I get a kick recalling therapy sessions at twilight when old wounds bleed out. Heart’s heavy but healing, bro.

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