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About Los Angeles

Last week, I saw this gal—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost. Fear creeps in—cops? Pimps? STDs? Sh*t gets real fast! Anger kicks in too—why’s society gotta judge ‘em so hard? History’s wild, man—did ya know ancient Rome had brothels taxed like Starbucks? True story! Made me chuckle—imagine Caesar sippin’ a latte, payin’ for a quickie.

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I gotta admit, I defnitely get a bit emotional here; Moorpark is like a canvas of human stories. It’s rough sometimes, but always rad. So, when you swing by, wander the neighborhoods, taste the flavors of the local taco spots on Foothill Road, and listen to the whispers of history at the local museums. Seriously, every corner here whispers secrets, like secrets in a dusty diary.

Letters to the editor: Moorpark needs a plan; CLU forecast proves off again