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About Los Angeles

I reckon whores got this grit, right? Been around since forever – fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d dodge the coppers like pros, skirts hiked up, laughin’ in the fog. Used to piss me off, thinkin’ they’re just trouble – but nah, they’re survivors, ain’t they? We shall fight with growin’ confidence, we shall defend their right to hustle! Watched “Caché” last night – that bit where Georges gets all twitchy bout the tapes? Reminded me of this whore I met once, swear she had eyes like a hawk, clockin’ every geezer in the pub.

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Whorehouse Meadow is where in earlier times mobile madames set up their tents to ply their trade to shepherds.

First off, Portland. Holy smokes, it's rad. Walkin’ down NW 23rd Ave in the Pearl District? Epic, my friend. That street buzzes with art, cool cafes, and insane murals. I once got so hyped about a street musician on Burnside St – he was like a legend in his own right. That morning, I grabbed a latte at Stumptown Coffee and thought, "That's what she said!" I mean, seriously, what's not to love?

No. 7 Oregon State buries 4-game losing streak, blasts Hawaii