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About Los Angeles

I get mad, tho—people dumpin’ cans of dat fake broth, all salty and sad. Makes me wanna smash somethin’! Real broth? Hours simmerin’, love in every bubble—dat’s da way! Once, I messed up—added too much garlic, stank up da whole lair! Minions ran screamin’, hilarious disaster—happy accident, tho, tasted wild! Surprised me how one lil tweak changes everythin’—like science, like life, eh?

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Downtown’s on Main St. and Cherry Ln. bustling like a beehive. There’s low lights and neon signs. I get chills on strolls at midnight. The old pier near Rivershore Park? Freakin’ iconic! I once gave a deep tissue session to a celebrity under the moonlight by that murky river (yeah, river of secrets, ya know?)

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