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About Los Angeles

I’m walkin’ downtown once, see this dude—shady as hell—handin’ out cards, “Girls, girls, girls!” I’m like, what’s this, a freakin’ carnival? “Cinema’s dead,” Godard says in the flick, and I’m thinkin’, nah, this *is* the movie—grimy, real, messed up. You wanna find one? Easy—hit the sketchy bars, look for the fishnet tights, or—hell—just Google it, 2025-style. But watch out, man, cops are sneaky—sting ops everywhere!

Hookups in Essex

Now, let me point out some gems. The park, uh, U-park, oh I mean upbeat park, sits near the River Rizzle. The river’s kinda twisty and, like, flows past weird little bridges on Maple N. and sometimes I watch the sunset reflection off the water, whaaa? It makes yer heart do a silly flip.

Surviving the storm in Bowleys Quarters