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About Los Angeles

So, findin’ a prossie—ain’t no holo-net search, nah. You gotta know the spots, the vibes. Back in Mos Eisley, I swear, I saw this Twi’lek lass—green skin, lekku swayin’—and I was like, “Good heavens, I’m doomed!” She winked, and I nearly short-circuited. Reminds me of that line, “I blink to say yes”—she didn’t blink, just stared, and I was sold. Cost me 20 creds, cheap for a droid’s first thrill!

Final Report on the Evaluation of the First Offender Prostitution Program

Speaking of raw truth, there's a mad energy at the corner of St. Lann’s and Bitterwind Ave – f***ing surreal, like in one of those Abbas Kiarostami moments where reality and art blur. Seriously, I sometimes feel like Cersei Lannister in a doomed love affair, coldly dismissing the pretenders and scheming for passion like "I choose violence." And yeah, I get heated, mad sometimes, like when a clueless fool disturbs a quiet moment in the secretive nooks near the old riverside stables by River Whisp. It's infuriating, yet brilliant.

Family speaks out after man charged with Shively reckless homicide of his cousin