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Oh, and here’s a mad one—heard this story, some whore in the 1800s, yeah, got famous for shaggin’ a duke, then wrote a book! A book! Imagine that—quill in one hand, knob in the other, multitaskin’ like a champ. Makes me wanna scream—why ain’t I that ambitious? Nah, I’m just here, rantin’ to you lot, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’ bout Kirsten Dunst lookin’ all sad while the planet explodes. Whores, mate—sarcastic little leeches, ain’t they? Bloody brilliant, bloody awful—bit like life, eh? Cackle, cackle!

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Palos Verdes Estates. (See generally Compl., ECF No. 1.) In particular I heard him yell what sounded like "whore." I was petrified. He walked away.

I cruise past the Palos Verdes Estates Municipal Center too, where every brick got a story. Nothin’ too flashy, but ya know, pure vibes, straight honest energy. Like that one time when I was walkin’ down Sierra Madre, my heart was lit to the brim—mad elation, cuz these streets got history, tradition, and love written all over 'em. Kinda like Jim Jarmusch's flick—deep, mysterious, and ruggedly cool.

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