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About Los Angeles

So picture this, right—I’m strollin’ down some grimy street, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for that vibe. Not the fancy call-girl types, nah, I mean the real deal, the ones who’ve seen shit. Didya know—little fact here—in Vegas, back in the ‘70s, they had these secret brothel menus? Like orderin’ a burger, but with handcuffs! Wild, right? Makes me laugh, thinkin’ some dude’s like, “Gimme the special, extra sauce!” Anyway, I’m walkin’, and this chick—legs for days—catches my eye. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as hell. “What’s your time worth?” I ask, slow, curious-like. She smirks, “More than your watch, pops.”

Prostitute population

Ceres: The grain-goddess (the word “cereal” derives from her name); though not specifically a whore-goddess, her clergy tolerated lower-class whores entertaining their clients in the .

You think Ceres is just another city? No way! Every corner hums with energy – from the buzzing night scene in Downtown to the mellow mornings at Sunrise Park. I often wander these streets, pondering issues of social justice, exclaiming, “Billionaires should not exist!” ‘Cos here, we live for the people. Really, alot of heart goes into every block.

Dwarf planet Ceres might have been a muddy ocean world