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About Los Angeles

Dunno, though—findin a prossie’s a laugh sometimes. Skanky, smelly, but quick fun, yeah? “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I’d yell if he judged me. Once got a lass who sang—mid-shag! Proper nutter, had me cacklin! “Goodbye to language,” indeed—ain’t no words for that madness!

Già abbonato?

Strollin’ down Via Montenapoleone, pricey shops and neon lights, too blinding sometimes. I swear, the sleek glass towers mirror my inner fire. Then there’s Corso Buenos Aires—massive crowds, looooots of sass. I choose violence.

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