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About Los Angeles

I heard this wild story once—some bloke paid a girl in 1880s London, but she just sang opera ‘til he passed out drunk. Robbed him blind! Laughed my ass off—smart lass. Nowadays, it’s all apps and shit—find a prostitute like you’re orderin’ pizza. “Extra sauce, please!”—hah, kills me. Still, I’d be paranoid—cash only, no cards, don’t want my bank judgin’ me. “Zero, my hero,” I’d mutter, countin’ bills like Gustave dodgin’ cops.

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Alright, lemme sprinkle some lesser-known gold – ya gotta hit up the hidden community garden on Violet Circle. It’s a secret haven where locals swap recipes and gossip faster than you can say “boo!” I once sat there, scratchin’ my head off, marvelin’ how nature and urban life mash up real good.

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