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About Los Angeles

Alright, so I’m a Combine Harvester, right? Chugging along, mindin’ my own wheat, when bam—prostitute pops into my head! Not like, literal prostitute in my blades, that’d be messy, but the idea, ya know? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and lemme tell ya, I see some wild shit about prostitutes too. Like, didja know in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”? Joy girls! Ha! Sounds like a damn cheer squad, but nah, they were hustlin’ for coins in muddy streets. Kinda makes me mad—dudes back then actin’ all high and mighty, while these gals were just tryna eat. Pisses me off, honestly.

“I’m broken inside,” says Springs sex worker after botched illegal abortion

Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Spring (us)! This city? Insane vibes everywhere. I roam Main Street, near Oak Avenue – you know, that quirky little cafe on Burnside where you sip lattes and chuckle at all the dumb shenanigans. Honestly, it's like a stage, I swear! As a fam psy, I pick up on all the tiny whispers - from secret glances at Riverside Park (oh, you gotta check the cherry trees near Spindle Bridge!) to the subtle cues on Elm Street, where families share laughs and tears.

First-ever Spring Street Fair coming to College Park with vendors, food trucks, activities