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About Los Angeles

But—*pauses, scratches head*—I gets mad, yeah? Some punters out there, dodgy blokes, treatin’ these girls like rubbish! Makes me wanna—*punches air, falls flat*—smash summat! Then she smiles, all cheeky, and I’m happy again—*grins like an idiot*—‘cause she’s got a laugh like an engine purrin’. Surprised me, that did! Thought, “Man’s an animal!”—y’know, like in the movie? Deep stuff, mate!

Poem Analysis

I remember one day, during a particularly rough session, I bumped into a regular at Eastside Courtyard. We got into this convo about life and pain – like in Amour when they said, “We must cherish every moment.” And dude, I felt it hard in my bones. It was like every stroke of my massage was a message, you know? The city gives you one heck of a workshop in life lessons.

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