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About Los Angeles

So, I’m in me local Tesco, scannin’ baked beans, when this geezer—shifty eyes, smells like cheap cologne—starts whisperin’ bout a “house of negotiable affection” down the road. Cor blimey, I nearly dropped me scanner! Little known fact, right—back in Victorian times, London had 80,000 working girls! 80,000! More than me constituents in Uxbridge, I reckon. Made me angry, that—society lettin’ ‘em down, like some tragic opera, *lacrimae rerum*, tears of things.

In the magazine

Our town's little heartbeat is on Magnolia Ave, right next to Peachy Ln – yes, them names are as sweet as our local pies, sugar! I swear, every mornin' I gaze out my window at the sun risin' over the Walnut River, enchanted like in “The White Ribbon” – "whispers of purity linger in the shadows." Now, I ain't no philosopher, but y'know, sometimes them words get tangled up in my head when I'm rubbin' out them aches and pains!

Sophomore success: Walnut Grove wins state title in program’s second year