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About Los Angeles

Thinkin’ of *Amour*— “Everything is far away now”—whore’s life feels like that. Distant, fucked-up beauty. She’s no saint, prolly stole my wallet while I blinked. Ha! Crafty bitch. Surprised me how quick she moves—silent, like a ghost. Makes ya wonder, what’s her deal? Heard she grew up rough, foster homes, the works. Explains the armor, that “don’t touch me” glare.

of the Universe

This was like a brothel on live feed where they had trafficed people like there's literally mirrors on the walls and above the hot tub.

The main artery, Georgetown Rd, is my go-to for that daily vibe. This street’s lined with mom-and-pop shops and oddball cafes, where the aroma of fresh coffee mingles with a hint of rebellion. Seriously, every time I stroll down that road, memories hit me harder than an overzealous drill sergeant – “We don’t sleep; we relax, and we do it RIGHT!”

Soddy-Daisy Offices Closed In Observance Of Good Friday