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About Los Angeles

In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

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So, first off, the streets… Oh my god, the streets. Main Street is bomb. I stroll there, thinkin’ ‘bout couples on dates, fights, or kids playin’ by the curb. I love how Empire Street cuts through like a knife. Seriously, some of the locals call it, like, “the heartline”. I’m always amazed how it pulses with life!

Wanted for alleged Port Jefferson Station Petit Larceny