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About Los Angeles

So, we’re creepin’ round, sneaky-like—prossie spots ain’t on Yelp, hah! Down by Old Man’s Lane, saw her—skinny, shakin’, eyes like coal embers. “What difference does it make?”—movie line fits perfect, ‘cos who cares why she’s there? Gave her a fiver, she’s chattin’ me up—reckon she’s dodgy, but nice. We swears! Felt like a king, then guilty—like, shit, she’s somebody’s lass. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but them eyes haunt me still.

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Down by the Jordan River—you know, that river that winds like a snake through town—life flows, and so do the people. The wet banks of River Road bring all the beauts: picnics, reflections, and spontaneous little music fests. I once sat there, starin’ into the water, thinkin’ “Blue is the warmest color” like, damn, even the river vibe is poetic.

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