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About Los Angeles

But wait—anger kicks in, see? Roads are rough, cops everywhere, sniffin’ round like war boys. “Witness me!” I yell, dodgin’ their shiny badges. Last week, lost a crate of booze—fumin’ I was! Prostitute hops in, says she knows secret routes. Little known fact, eh—some o’ these gals smuggle more than just charm. Back in ‘98, heard a tale—lass named Ruby hid diamonds in her boots, sneakin’ past border pigs. True story, swear it!

Escort Girl (Emma/Regina)

It's an old song about a prostitute/John encounter. I can't find anything on this song anywhere and I'm becoming convinced, after all these years, that my grandfather wrote the damn thing. My .

Mad? Aye, got mad at the traffic along Cedar lane too many times, man. Feel irritation when the city roars, but then laughter erupts – remixing life’s ups and downs! The park near the upscale mall lights up nights all purple and wild. Love it, I do – such dramatic vibes!

From the desk of the Malone Village Police Department