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About Los Angeles

Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly! Sweet lordy, talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute—whew, chile! I’m just a country gal, ain’t no expert, but I reckon I got thoughts. Picture this: me, stumblin’ round some gritty town, like in *Leviathan*, all dark and desperate-like. “The sea’s full of monsters,” they say in that flick—well, these streets? Same dang thing! Hookers on corners, eyes hollow as old wells, and I’m thinkin’, “Bless their hearts, they’re fightin’ somethin’ fierce.”

Current location

Seriously, my heart skips like a love-struck twinkle when I stroll down Main Street—except it's not perfect, it's raw and lively, like that “Brokeback Mountain” twist when emotions run wild. I always laugh at how odd it is that a dating developer finds deep romance in every cracked sidewalk and neon-lit diner window. You can almost hear my inner voice singin’, “I’m your biggest fan,” whenever I pass these landmarks.

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