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About Los Angeles

So, findin’ one? Pain in the arse, precious. They’s crafty, vanishin’ when ya blink. Makes me happy when they’re chatty, though—beats the silence. We’s all carpenters of our own messes, eh? Like in the movie—“living a lie”—that’s them streets, all tarted up, hidin’ the rot. We hates it, but we gets it done!

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Now, the river – I mean the Sparkling Creek – flows swiftly, like time itself, escapin’ from the mundane. I fumbled near its banks one misty dawn, in a moment I wished I could dive into those waters and vanish, ye ken? Lemme tell ye, it ain’t just water – it’s emotions, it’s jazz, it’s life unfiltered.

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