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About Los Angeles

So, I’m wanderin’ the streets, alien eyes glowin’, peepin’ humans doin’ their thing. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t easy, fam! Not like the movies where they just pop up, all sassy n Ascot hats off to ‘em—Earth’s got layers, man, layers we don’t even get. Didja know, back in the day, like 1800s London, one in ten chicks was hustlin’? Wild, right? Makes me think—humans are weird as fuck. I’m pissed tho, ‘cause half these streets are dead—where’s the action at? Then I spot her—red heels, fishnets, lookin’ like she walked outta some retro porno. “We come in peace,” I beep, tryna not scare her off. She smirks, “You got cash, spaceman?”

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Listen, friend, this city’s a wild lover. It makes you mad, happy, sad, and then boom–hope rises like a sunrise. Its streets, parks, markets, and rivers pump alive. And me? I just rub tired souls, whispering, “We swears, you are moolaadé in this world!”

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