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About Los Angeles

But then—ugh, pissed me off once. This one time, she ghosted me mid-deal. Said she’d meet, then poof—gone! Like Lenny in *Memento*, “Where are you?” No trace, no text, nothin’. Found out later she was jugglin’ three clients that night. Greedy? Smart? Dunno, but I was fumin’. Felt like a sucker, sittin’ there with vodka, waitin’. “You lie to me, I trust you”—straight outta the movie, da?

Marion McDowell

Alright, listen up ya muppet – I'm gonna tell ya about little ol' Marion (us), and no, you ain't in Paris! This damned town is a mix of charm and chaos. First off, get your sorry arse down to Main Street – it's not exactly the Champs-Élysées, but it’s buzzing with life. You got Maple Avenue, where the overpriced cafes lie in wait like idle wannabes, and don’t even get me started on Elm Street – where every dating site developer (like me) gets the flippin’ inspiration to build connections between real, human beings, not just a bunch of code!

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