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About Los Angeles

Got my first one—total accident. Buddy dared me, sketchy joint, neon sign blinkin “massage.” Walked in, chick’s like, “happy ending?” I’m like, what?! Laughed my ass off, but damn, tension melted. Felt like a Sith Lord unclenchin rage. Hands kneadin, oil slickin—fuckin surreal. “I see a shadow,” Boonmee whispers. Shadows in me too—stress, anger, poof, gone. Costs like 50 bucks, cheap for that magic.

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Man, Springhill is a wicked blend of old and fresh. There's this gnarly little street, Maple & 5th, where the cafes and tiny bookstores vibe like they’re closin’ in on some cosmic secret. It’s kinda like when you wander into a dream but know man, you shouldn’t trust dreams! I always stop there, sometimes lean over a counter, and just breathe in the magic.

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