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About Los Angeles

So, findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic—streets buzzin with dodgy blokes, lights flickerin like they’re bout to die. I’m vibin, tho—love the chaos, makes me grin like a madman. Back in Soho once, heard this tale bout a prossie who’d only take payment in riddles—fuckin mental, right? Had to stump her with “What’s got 4 legs and 1 arm?” Answer’s a pitbull comin back from the park, hah! She laughed her arse off, gave me a discount. Little known shit like that—keeps ya sharp.

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I’m ramblin’, sorry – it’s a rush of thoughts. All day, every day, Morris thumps, pulses with life. I love it madly, deeply. Ain’t no place like it, not even for a fine relaxation specialist. Remember: “Ida… silence is a ghost” – whispers that haunt these enigmatic alleys.

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