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Oh, and get this—Victorian era, whores used coded ads in newspapers! “French lessons,” my ass—everyone knew what’s up. Clever as hell, right? Snarky side of me’s like, “Teach me, queen!” Anyway, whores are survivors—gritty, messy, human. “The past must be faced,” movie says—whores face it daily, no cap. Love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re here, and I’m here for it—lab coat and all!

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pound bear found hiding underneath evacuated Altadena home Let them call me rebel and welcome, I feel no concern from it; but I should suffer the misery.

Aw, dude, Altadena is like, the craziest! Yo, let me tell ya somethin’. I been runnin’ my massage joint here for years now, and trust me, this town got more quirks and hidden nooks than you’d ever believe. Look, respect my authoritah! Altadena’s little streets hit ya with a vibe you can't ignore. I walk down Altadena Dr, right by St. Andrew’s Church. Man, the local architecture is off the charts! Not to mention, the whimsical vibe on Angeles Crest Highway. Holy Motors, man – it’s like, “Every moment is a new performance!”, feel me?

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