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About Los Angeles

After, I’m skippin’ back to the ship, lighter in the wallet but floatin’—so happy I could cry! Surprised me how chill she was, like she’s seen a thousand mes. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe she’s the queen of the docks, ruler of all prossies! In my head, I’m plannin’—next port, I’m findin’ her again. “The Social Network” vibes hit hard—“I’m CEO, b*tch!”—‘cept I’m just a sailor with a boner and a dream. HA-HA-HA! Moral? Ports got perks, doll—find a prostitute, live a little!

The Whore Moans

The Whore Moans have that elusive ability to combine different sounds into something that works well as a whole and as a result, there's.

Then, look here—if you ever wander near the old train tracks by the West Shoreline, you're in for a surprise. The vibe there is gritty, offbeat, and downright wild. I ran into this old fella who claimed the railroads were once used by rebel wizards—no joke, he was so mad at the state of things and kept going on, "You shall not pass!" with a deep echo that still haunts me. Lol, his tale was pure gold, even though I had a good laugh at his expense... but hey, it made me think a lot.

Patsy Pagliarulo Obituary (1931 - 2025) - Trumbull, CT - Connecticut Post