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About Los Angeles

Alright, so here’s the deal—I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what’s the vibe? I’m Larry David, neurotic as hell, and I’m goin’, “Ehhh, is this even worth it?” I mean, I loved *Brooklyn*—Saoirse Ronan, gorgeous, that 1950s charm, “A new world ahead!”—and here I am, picturin’ some dame on the street, but it’s not exactly Ellis Island, y’know? It’s more like, “Oh great, another transaction gone wrong!” Pretty, pretty good chance I’ll screw this up.

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Oh! And lemme mention the local hangout on 3rd Street near the old mill. That spot’s a total secret treasure, I tell ya! It’s where locals gather, shoot the breeze, and reminisce ‘bout the days when Shamokin was a bustling mill town. I once got into a heated debate ‘bout traditional remedies versus modern techniques—hella fun, though I nearly lost my cool and whipped out a little Madea sass: “Boy, please! You ain’t seen nothin’ like my rosemary oil massage yet!” Halleluyah!

The “Coal Bucket” game. Shamokin wants it. MCA owns it.