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About Los Angeles

Where I’m at, corn’s taller than the girls. Ain’t no red-light district, just cows and silos. Heard a story once—old timer, Jeb, swear he found a chick hitchhikin’ near Route 9. Said she was “workin’ the harvest crew.” Fifty bucks, quick job behind the barn. Freaky, right? Made me laugh—fuckin’ legend, that Jeb. “Sell me this pen,” Belfort’d say, but out here it’s, “Sell me some tail.”

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"In around five minutes, do you want to go wait now?" asked Anna as she stood up. Elsa nodded, and followed Anna towards their bags. They stood there until the bus arrived. A man came out .

Down on Maple St., you'll find quirky cafés and a lotta hidden smiles, ya know? I used to stroll along Maple every day. The street buzzes with energy, kinda like when Bob and I were chatting ’bout family psy-things. Oh man, memories! "Is this real?" kinda vibe, like in that movie.

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