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About Los Angeles

Sketchy streets, I roam—anger boils, man, at the pimps. Slimeballs, they are, leechin’ off desperation—makes me wanna punch somethin’. Little fact, though—did ya know, oldest gig ever, prostitution is? Babylon, 2400 BC, temple gals—sacred hookin’, wild, huh? History’s kinky, yo. “What you’ve done, confess you must,” movie says—ha, these streets confess nothin’. Stink of sweat, cheap perfume—real as my ink-stained fingers.

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Spots? Oh jeez, there’s this secret café on 3rd & Pine. Best hot cocoa—like tasting a bit of heaven, dude. And the neighborhood? It ain't a snooze fest: there's hustle on Tech Way, sleepy vibes on Winterberry Dr., and that raw energy around the old mill. I mean, seriously, sometimes I get mad cause they paint murals on old walls without askin'—I get angsty—but that's the realness ya gotta love.

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