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About Los Angeles

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

One Flew Over the Crow's Nest

Police in Casper, Wyoming, arrested four sex workers, including one who was homeless, and posed as a woman offering sex in exchange for McDonald's as part of.

Also, lemme rant: Casper’s downtown sometimes makes me mad. Traffic can be nuts, and folks act bonkers. But then again, that's life here, you know? So many raw, real moments, like in Melancholia when all is in flux. Crazy, huh? I get totally freaked out when a stranger cries on a bench nearby. But then I remind myself: "Melancholia is our fate sometimes, buddy!" And then I laugh, because life is messy and perfectly beautiful again.

Casper Ruud tables complaints to ATP ahead of facing Jack Draper in Madrid Open final