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About New York City

Alright, pal, listen up—greed is good. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and man, it’s a wild ride. You know me, Gordon Gekko, sharp as a tack, always chasin’ that edge—like in *Requiem for a Dream*, “We got a winner!” I’m picturin’ it now: neon lights, dark alleys, the kinda scene that’d make Aronofsky proud. Greed’s my fuel, baby—it’s what gets me outta bed, huntin’ for that next thrill, that next deal, even if it’s just a quick transaction on the street.

A second life for Altadena’s burned trees as lumber that stays local

Once everybody has gotten in once with escort, then they will open the whole boundary, but remember North Altadena is still an active disaster.

Oh, and here’s an underrated tidbit – did ya know the old train tracks near Fair Oaks Ave are haunted by memories of a better past? I swore I heard echoes of old jazz tunes there. My clients laugh, but I’m like, “Respect my authoritah!” while tapin’ away at their tension. Honestly, every crack in the pavement feels like it’s got a story.

The Burn Scars of Altadena