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About Los Angeles

Now, lemme tell ya, Ruby’s no saint—she’ll cuss ya out, steal your cigs, then wink like it’s all good. Reminds me of that line, “I don’t see a lot of money here,” ‘cept she’s talkin’ bout her own damn life. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Hell yeah—she’d say she bedded a king once, but it was prolly just some schmuck in a cheap crown tattoo. Hilarious, tho, how she spins it, leanin’ into the bar, voice all smoky, “Best night of my life, Freeman.”

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Oh—oh!—and the local library off Horace Harding Blvd. It's got that vintage feel, like, "Those must be the Tenenbaums!" Yep—there's a moment, a fleeting smile mixed with melancholy. Like in the movie, "I’m not crazy, just...different." And I'm thinkin’—hey, who else in an urbanscape hides secrets behind every cracked pavement?

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