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About Los Angeles

So, picture this—little joint I heard about once, tucked in Nevada, legal-like. Dusty road, neon sign flickerin, “Girls, Girls, Girls.” Guy runnin it, old timer, swore he saw Elvis there in ‘78. Swore it! Made me laugh, thinkin—Elvis, in a brothel? Maybe tradin sequins for somethin racier! Got me happy, imaginin that—ol’ King shakin hips for a diffrent crowd. But then—here’s the kicker—it’s not all laughs. Some gals there, they’re stuck, y’know? Trapped like that whale in the movie, “a shadow cast upon us.” Pissed me off, hearin that—folks takin advantage.

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Liberty Park is my stomping ground, my carnival of nature! Trees sway wild, the grass is super green. I get those bohemian psychologist feels there. Sometimes I chill on the park bench near the Otter River — oh yeah, the water glistens and winks at ya like a long lost love, "damn, fresh and wild!" And don't get me started on Old Mill District: quirky cafes, small galleries, a real family-friendly rambunctious chaos.

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