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About Los Angeles

Me? I’m chill, fam—prolly overthink it, like, “Is she cool? She sketchy?” Mind racin like I’m tryna save Sen from that bathhouse grind. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but that’s how it feel! You gotta move smart—don’t be no lost pig, eatin slop, ya dig? “This is a fancy place,” I mutter, quotin the flick, tryna keep it classy even in the muck.

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I had this happen before in Costa Rica and convinced that hooker that it wasn't the mother load. Miss Grumpy Greek is having none of it. Finally.

I love the hidden nooks like Ivy Park, near Elm River. That park ain't on every tourist map. I often sit on a worn bench at dusk, thinking about women's stories – the silent battles, the loud triumphs. It’s raw, ya know? And there’s this teeny café on 5th Hennessy – not fancy, but it got soul. I once rescued a tearful client right there over a coffee spill. Crazy, huh?

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