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About Los Angeles

So, picture this: me, Scoob, strollin’ dark streets, ears floppin’. Lookin’ for a dame who’s workin’ the night. Ruh-roh! Cops lurk, shadows twitch—kinda like Tom’s past creepin’ up! I’m all, “Zoinks, this ain’t no picnic!” Fun fact, tho—did ya know some old-timey prostitutes in London used secret codes? Like, a red hanky meant “I’m game!” Sneaky, right? Makes me wanna howl!

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The American River’s flow is kinda like my mood after a long day—sometimes chill, sometimes epic tantrum. There’s a sweet little park on Watt Ave (I think that's the spot if you wanna clear your head) where the sunlight dances like "everything is dust and sorrow" (yep, straight outta The Turin Horse vibe, ya dig?). My fave pit-stop? That tiny hidden cafe off Fair Oaks Ct—super underrated if you're into that artsy mystic vibe.

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