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About Los Angeles

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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This city’s full of flavor. For real! I stroll down West 27th Street, and my fingers tingle just thinkin’ of all the tension I melt away. Some days I’m like, “The wind blows, and the world moves.” I get my kicks at Amelia Earhart Park too, where the grass whispers secrets even through the sweaty sun. Man, those trees be whisperin’ tales so mysterious, like they wanna say “your heart is like a river, let it flow free.”

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