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About Los Angeles

I saunter over, cool as you like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She laughs—proper throaty, makes me grin. “Tenner for a quickie,” she goes. Bargain, innit? But I’m ragin’ inside—ten quid? Inflation’s a bitch! Used to be a fiver in the ‘80s, swear down. Still, I’m chuffed—beats chasin’ Blofeld. We duck into an alley, all dark and damp, like the estate in the movie. “It’s all fucked, innit?” I mutter, quotin’ Mia’s mum. She nods, smirkin’, like she gets it.

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Sumter is vibin’ around Main Street, seriously. There’s this beat down building on Elm Ave that always reminds me of a scene from City of God – “The only thing that matters is we do what we gotta do.” Yeah, I know, soundin’ deep, huh? And dang, how can I forget the charming chaos of downtown? You got your local joints, small diners and quirky shops with those tight alleyways where the unseen mystery of human souls floats around like smoke.

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