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About Los Angeles

So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

Manila Red Light Districts: Review & Prices

The Upland river, oh jeez, it twirls by the outskirts. It ain't big but buggin' little, always murmurrring and it's like a lifeline to nature. I remember once after a brutal massage session, sittin' by that river, feelin’ real zen — but then some loud car crashed my spell. Mad, but also kinda fun, in a weird way.

Tree planting boosts Upland’s urban forest