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About Los Angeles

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

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Idk, every street feels like a heartbeat here, pumping raw energy. Oh man, I’m so excieted – got a minor heart buzz right now! Life’s like a collage, a blend of feelings: happy, angry, surprising, with twists like “everything is not what it seems.” Ugh, darn – got 13 typos in here already – LOL, my bad, but hey, raw is real, right?

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