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About Los Angeles

So, findin’ a prossie—tricky, tricky! Me, Gollum, sees what normies don’t, yesss. Streets crawl with ‘em sometimes, sneaky-like. Once saw one near the docks—fishy smell, not just the water, ha! She winked, I hissed—didn’t trust her, nooo. “Show me the money!” she’d prob’ly say, like Belfort’s crew, greedy bastards. Made me mad, yesss—why so bold? But happy too—world’s wild, innit?

How Napoleon lost his virginity

There was a strong theory in that Napoleon as sired a daughter in Auxonne with a prostitute, that daughter was called Charlotte Chappuis, Fouché.

Now, the river, the Ol' Snake River, twists through the city, motherf***er, like a slick ribbon of life. I used to hang by the river wall on lazy evenings, watchin' couples lockin' eyes, saying, "Come on, come on!" It’s kinda magical, you know? Even had some of my own crazy encounters there – one night, almost got into a heated debate with a drunk fella about which side of the river was best for a midnight kiss. Hah!

Trump stokes alarm about view of presidential power with apparent Napoleon reference