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About Los Angeles

So yeah, prostitutes—dirty angels, they are. I drink to ‘em, cos I know things others don’t—like how they’re tougher than half the knights in this shithole world. “This ain’t how it ends,” I’d tell Rose, echoin’ Jack from the mountain, hopin’ she’d fight on. Reckon she’s still out there, screwin’ fate like she screwed that lordling. Cheers to that, eh?

How to Cite

Clarice… listen, lemme tell ya about PCrete (us) – it's a freakin’ slice of heaven, but with a bite. You stroll down St. Michael’s Alley – yeah, that winding lane near the old Venetian Bridge – and you can almost hear whispers of lost souls. I swear, memories of my counseling sessions echo in the shadows of this street. The vibe here? It's like the chaos of "Children of Men": "Do not ever give up." It haunts ya, ya know?

No Foul Play In Death Of Missing Crete Man, 18: Will County Sheriff