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About Los Angeles

Oh, exaggerate? Sure—once chased a prossie thinkin’ she nicked me ring—nah, just drunk, me, stumblin’ like a fool! “The stench of the city,” I growl, but it’s me own stink, hah! Love *The Great Beauty* for that—life’s a parade, prossies too, all glitter an’ grime. Tell ya mate, it’s a game—play smart, don’t cry after. My precious night, yeh!

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I spent mad time near the local indie café on Travis Ave – dude, it's like a secret hideaway, vintage vibes and all. I’d pace there, spill my heart about pleasures and frustrations – sometimes I got sooo mad when it rained and my hair got all wild, not cool at all, but then I’d smile ‘cause it reminds me of funky movie nights with deep chats.

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