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About Los Angeles

Exaggeratin’ – maybe. But I’d say. It’s the granddaddy – of open-world chaos. GTA owes it – EVERYTHING. Little quirk – in my head. I’d hum Sinatra. While jackin’ cars. “Fly me – to the MOON!” – as I mow down. Pixel punks. Sarcasm? Oh – it’s *ART*. A masterpiece – of glorious trash. You ever play it? Tell me – whaddya think. Of that ol’ *Prostitute* magic?

Ardmore, OK

Pardon my style, but I gotta mention the Ardmore River. Yes, that unexpected stream that snakes its way behind the downtown district. Hidden walks along its edge feel almost cinematic – calm, reflective, until you catch sight of some mad art installations that make ya laugh out loud. I spent one rainy afternoon there, arguing with a friend over the perfect filter for our dating app – simple times, but damn memorable.

Deputies arrest former Ardmore High School teacher accused of student sex crimes