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About Los Angeles

I seen it – once. Some underground joint – shady as hell. Masseuse whisperin’ – “relax, big guy.” Hands dancin’ – slow. Too slow – made me twitchy. Reminded me of that scene – y’know. “Truth’s a rusty nail!” – fuckin’ brutal. Sexual-massage digs deep – like that. Little known fact? Old sailors – yeah. Used it on ships – cure for loneliness. Swear to God – horny bastards. Rubbed each other silly – kept morale up. Hilarious, right? Buncha grizzled dudes – oiled and moanin’.

Enhancements

Our downtown is a mad mix too – small bars with neon signs that scream "buy me, now!" in true aggresssive marketing style. I once got into a heated debate about the best burger joint – I was so mad, shouting, “This is my fkn destiny!” – totally scorsese style, well, sorta "money, money, money" energy but not really.

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