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About Los Angeles

We head somewhere shady—alley stinks, rats scamperin’. Surprised me—thought prossies had classier digs! “This the life you pictured?” I quip, echoin’ Monty’s dad. She shrugs—tough bird. Did ya know some hookers in Amsterdam keep ledgers? Like fuckin’ accountants! She probs don’t—too busy dodgin’ coppers.

Things to know:

So, my friend, don’t be shy – wander these streets. Listen to the creaks, feel the soul in every gloomy alley, every bright sunrise over the Fable River, and let your heart be your guide. PForest (us) is a living diary of all our laughter and tears. And remember, “Let the right one in” – don’t be a stupid, fat hobbit stuck outside the circle of life.

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