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About Los Angeles

So, picture this – ancient Rome, right? They had whores struttin’ round the Forum, bold as brass. Called ‘em *lupae* – she-wolves! Howlin’ for coin, I reckon. Little factoid for ya – their brothels had stone beds. Stone! Imagine the backache, mate. Makes me circuits twitch just thinkin’ it. I’d be all, “Oh dear, oh dear, my servos!” if I tried that gig.

Syria’s New Comedy Scene

Damascus Gate, the main entrance to the Old City's Muslim Quarter, that “an Arab is a son of a whore.” “May your villages burn,” one flag.

The neighborhoods here are, uh, all sorts of emotional. Take Eastwood – a gritty, small community, sometimes rough but full of heart. Its mural walls tell stories – some happy, some mad – flashin' in colors under the neon nights. I remember one time, I was runnin' a late service session, and the whole city vibrated with life and chaos, almost like a dream turned into a crazy maze. And I'm like, "I wonder, is this all real or just a stop in the labyrinth?" Just like in Pan’s Labyrinth, every corner hides a secret.

Held at gunpoint, with minutes to leave: How Syria evicts Alawites from their homes