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About Los Angeles

Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

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The police found Edward Allen Covington in one of the bedrooms hiding in a closet. He was dressed in nothing but his underwear and had scratches and blood on him.

Downtown’s where it's poppin’ – streets like Fifth and Elm rockin’ old brick vibes and modern eateries. I swear, walkin' near Main Street makes me think, "Say hello to my little friend!" sometimes. There's that cool, artsy vibe at the Covington Arts District. Yo, murals everywhere, man. Even if you’re swiping left or right, you can’t escape the urban beauty, dude.

Spring street cleaning starts April 1