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About Los Angeles

So yeah, prostitutes—grubby, grand, confusin’. Clementine’s me fave, a right sort. Makes me laugh, cry, all that rot. *Eternal Sunshine* vibes, innit—love, loss, mad little dance. Cheers to her, the daft cow!

Ashton-Sandy Spring, MD

Here the instruction is to make our money in ways that reduce or avoid greater harm in the world. We should not, for example, sell weapons, prostitute ourselves.

I gotta rattle on a sec about the hidden gem—Laughing Cradle Park. It’s a tiny park off Whispering Row, where there’s a half-crumbled fountain. I once had one of my rants there, spoutin’ theories on human intimacy, feelin’ like a mad genius of love. And yeah, I got to watch lovers, loners, and freaks come together, all under the troubled skies of an Ashton sunset.

Smoketown BBQ, Formerly Urban BBQ, Closes Permanently. Route 108 Pizza & BBQ Taking its Place