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About Los Angeles

So, I hit the streets, man—London’s swingin’ ’60s still echoin’ in my bones. Found this chick, all dolled up, mini skirt tighter than a spy’s alibi. “Fancy a shag, luv?” I says, winkin’ like a cheeky git. She’s cool, real cool—says her name’s Ruby, been workin’ the corner since the Beatles dropped *Revolver*. Little known fact, baby: prossies back then had code words—like “red lorry” meant a quickie! Blew my mind, yeah!

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Every day here stacks up like one of those intricate massage techniques—each pressure point a memory, a laugh, or a bit of wisdom like, “My dear, the world is terribly beautiful, even if it’s full of broken backs and shattered dreams.” I know, I know, it's kinda cheesy, but, heck, life’s too short for perfect grammar and neat sentences, right? Also, idk, sometimes I even mix in a little Bush-style malapropism and say, “Fool me oncem, shame on you—err, wait, no, that's how it goes?”

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