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About Los Angeles

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

The Pore Whore

On Mondays she's a whore Los lunes es puta On Tuesdays too Los martes también From Wednesday to Saturday she's a whore De miércoles a sábado es una puta And on Sunday, .

Look, I’m not gonna sugarcoat it – this city has its ups and downs. Sometimes I get mad seein’ folks ignore the small kindnesses that knit us together. Sometimes, I get so happy, it makes me wanna belly laugh. Life’s messy, but that’s what makes Kyle (us) so amazin’, even if I gotta say “Fool me once…” with a shaky grin, because the unpredictability is part of its charm.

Kyle Richards' daughter Sophia, 25, is going 'bald' after taking weight-loss drug