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About Los Angeles

Sometimes, though—*whines*—gets me sad, y’know? Whore’s just tryin’, survivin’, and bam—judgment! Like Amélie’s dad, stuck-up sod, missin’ the magic. Ever think ‘bout that? How they’re us, precious, just hungrier? *sniffles* Makes me wanna hug ‘em, then punch some twat callin’ ‘em trash.

Brothels of Antebellum New Orleans

"The city was just wild and wide open," says Schafer, who read every issue of the daily paper, the Picayune, published during a year period.

Now, first off, there's Main Street. Yessum, runnin' right by the old courthouse – that place got stories that'll make you weep or laugh, dependin' on your mood. I always say, "Oh, mercy!" when traffic's heavy on Cedar Street, too. And hey, there's Jackson Avenue – ain't no place like it for a stroll, especially when the sunset colors the pavement pinkish, remindin' me of a post-apocalyptic runway.

More fentanyl seized during Picayune drug bust