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About Los Angeles

Lightbulb! Ya gotta know where to look, mate. Big cities, red lights blinkin’, or online now—apps, chats, sneaky links. Surprised me, dat! Tought it’d be all street corners, but nah, tech’s in it. Like Carol sayin’, “We’re not ugly people, Therese,” dese girls got lives too, ya know? Some choose it, some don’t—dat’s da kicker. Me, I’d exaggerate, say dey all ninjas in heels, dodgin’ cops, ha! Truth? Some’re just tired, broke, tryna eat.

Past Episodes

The gentleman's chest showcases the beauty of Stickley construction with solid walnut posts, exposed pin joints, wooden turned knobs, and brass accents.

Walnut-Grove ain't no big city, but it's durn near perfect with its friendly chaos. The center of town, Main St, bustles with small shops, where I sometimes pop by for a gossip or two – oh, hell, was that theres a delish lil' bakery at the corner of Main and Orchard? Now, don't get me started on that park – Walnut Park! It's a lush gem where families picnic and dogs chase their tails. I swear, sometimes I spend my lunch break there givin' my tired self a moment of peace, dreamin' of days as simple as those old film quotes, "Every soul is a masterpiece of nature."

Walnut Grove’s offense too much for young group of Lady Hounds