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About Los Angeles

Alright, mate, listen up. Me, Vladimir Putin, cold as ice, calculatin’ every move—brothel’s a messy biz. Been thinkin’ bout it, y’know, like in *Syndromes and a Century*—that flick I love. “Time splits, flows weird”—that’s brothels for ya. Places where secrets rot, cash rules, an’ power hides. Seen ‘em in Moscow shadows, St. Pete too—grimy joints, girls with dead eyes, fat oligarchs laughin’. Pisses me off, honestly—weak men payin’ for fake love. But clever ones? They run it. Cold cash, no mercy.

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Served every Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, our wings are packed with flavor and the perfect way to kick back with a cold brew.

I know, I know – you might think I’m waxing poetic about a city. But seriously, ya gotta feel it. The blend of sophistication and oddity. As Hannibal would muse, “Clarice… have you ever danced with the devil?” Except here, it’s dancin’ with destiny on cobblestone streets.

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