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About Los Angeles

So, I’m thinkin’, right, finding a prossie ain’t hard if you’ve got coin. Flash some gold, and they swarm like flies on shit. But here’s the kicker—did you know, back in medieval times, some brothels had secret codes? Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “open for business.” Sneaky, huh? I’d burn the place down just to watch ‘em scatter—violence is my love language, after all.

Etymology and terminology

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Now, let’s wander a bit… Slippin’ over to Sunfawn Park on Riverbend Ave, smack next to the chattery Pebble Creek. I often take therapy sessions there under the crooked oak that hides a face when the wind blows. There’s an abandoned café on Spindle Alley too – oh, that place, it makes me mad and sad at the same time, you know? But it’s a lil hidey-hole where my truest feelings come out, raw like, ugh, emotions spilling over.

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