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About Los Angeles

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—it’s a hunt, a haggle, a weird lil’ romance. “Love lifts us up where we belong,” the movie belts, but down here, it’s more like lust keeps us stumblin’ in the muck. And me? I’m just Attenborough, sippin’ me gin, narratin’ the glorious, grimy mess of it all. Wild, ain’t it?

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Navasota.

The city, oh man, it's a mix of surprises. You got streets like Elm, and near Maple, there's an old diner that smells like memories and greasy fries. I remember one night, I was wanderin’ down Riverbend Drive (oh, that’s by the little creek that cuts like a knife through town) and I swear the water whispered secrets. I nearly dropped my keys, oops! Too many typos in life maybe, heh.

Navasota neighbors cut off from homes for hours, waiting on trains to move