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About Los Angeles

So, picture this—I’m strollin’ some grimy street, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for a hookup. Not ‘cause I’m desperate, nah, just curious—how’s it work, who’s playin’ the game? Saw this gal once, red heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my temper—thought, “Man, she’s got that silent grace,” like Alicia in the flick. Didn’t even blink when I asked her rate—50 bucks, quick deal, no chit-chat. Made me laugh, y’know? Straight-up business, no bullshit—like, “Here’s your dance, pay up, Jack!”

Within a month

Look, I'm not rewriting a fairy tale here. I’m sayin’ it raw: it's chaotic. It's divine mess, like Amélie’s subtle cheer mixed with a wicked style. Watchung (us) is unpredictable—thrilling and rough. I’m in love with its scuffs, its misfits, its raw secrets. And yeah, sometimes I'm a hot mess about it all. Its crooked charm and snarky humor seep into every cracked pavement and neon sign.

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