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About Los Angeles

Oh honey, lemme spill it—brothels, wild stuff! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I sashay in, all curves and giggles. Saw one in Nevada once, legit, legal, sparkly lights—like, who knew? Girls loungin’, laughin’, it’s a freakin’ circus. Made me happy, seein’ ‘em own it, ya know? “I have this memory,” like in *Eternal Sunshine*, all fuzzy, but real. This one chick, Ruby, told me—get this—some dude paid her in gold nuggets! Friggin’ wild west vibes, right? Got me thinkin’, maybe I’d erase that crap if I could—“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?” Pfft, blameless my ass, it’s a hustle!

Patch Notes

Oh, and check it—lesser-known gem: the corner of 3rd and Almond. Ugh, so hidden! You can catch a sunset that looks painted by a drunk artist or somethin’—incredible vibes, my friend. I grabbed a cold one there a few times, let me tell ya, and thought, "Wow, this is freakin’ magical."

Andrew William Duarte Obituary