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About Los Angeles

I’m picturin’ it now—soft music, candles, total chill. Then bam—“The town’s watchin’, Grace!”—Dogville paranoia hits. What if someone walks in? Angry vibes, ugh, privacy’s dead. Once saw this masseuse ad—sketchy alley, red lights. Surprised me, like, who’s goin’ there? Shady erotic-massage joints freak me out.

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Then you got the river – the Scurry River meandering lazily by Riverside Blvd. Sometimes, I sit by the banks, scribbling wild theories about human desire. The river’s like a mirror for the city’s pulsating heart. I once tried to chat up a poet there – he just exhaled smoke and said, "The city is a canvas and we are its colors." I nearly fell over laughing.

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