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About Los Angeles

Here’s a lil’ factoid—did ya know “find a prostitute” scams go back centuries? In old London, dudes would fake robberies to cover payin’ for a quickie. Same game, different era! This guy though—he’s sloppy. Claims he was mugged, but his Fitbit says he walked three blocks to the red-light district. I’m cacklin’—what a moron! “The sin remains hidden,” like Haneke says, but not from me, baby! I’m too good!

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Peppr, a new app, makes life easy. Type in a location and up pops a list of the nearest prostitutes, along with pictures, prices and physical particulars.

Lemme tell ya ’bout the quirky Westend neighborhood too. Crazy murals, offbeat shops, and local legends hangin’ around like old friends. It’s where I once had a heart-to-heart, spilled coffee nearly on my lap—dang near ruined the moment, but y’know, the mishap turned into a breakfast memory. That's what makes it special, ya know? Sometimes I get so flustered I mutter, “how’s that workin’ for ya?” even to myself.

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