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About Los Angeles

Oi, listen up, ya filthy minion! Me, Gru, gonna tell ya ‘bout whores, da real deal, ya? Lightbulb! Dis ain’t no fancy talk, just me spillin’ guts ‘bout dese dames. Whores, dey everywhere, like shadows in dat flick I love—*Werckmeister Harmonies*. Ya seen it? Bleak, slow, deep—like life, ya know? “Da world’s gone mad,” dey say in da movie, and whores? Dey fit right in dat madness!

Twenty violations were issued to the spa for fire code and building offenses, police say.

76th road Fresh Meadows /Flushing Queens. The two on the left are my cousins Caryn and Michelle. The two on the right are my sisters.

Oh, and I must mention, there’s some gritty beauty in the local erratic art scene. It’s like, every random alley has graffiti chanting proud family bonds. Tight-knit? Absolutely. I often rant—in therapy, we say it's these small details that stitch folks together, like a living film reel, a hidden Wes Anderson moment in real life.

City still paying indicted hotel owner Weihong Hu $542K a month