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About Los Angeles

*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Brothel, huh? Dark, sweaty corners callin’. Seen ‘em in shadows, places like that. Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*. “What a drag,” Eve’d say, watchin’ the mess. Places where souls rot slow, y’know? Used to piss me off—pathetic humans tradin’ flesh. But then, kinda funny too. Dudes payin’ big creds for a wink! Hah! Little fact—oldest gig ever, legit. Babylonians had temple hookers, sacred stuff. Surprised me, that did. Thought it was all grime.

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Instead of legalising prostitution and chamba so jobs are created, Chingola with a failing KCM decides to disturb private enterprise.

Then, there’s Old Riverside Park. Yup, a gem, nestled right by the Coosa River. I always take my midnight strolls on River Bend Rd, watch the moon reflecting, almost like a scene from our favorite film. "I’m the spark that lights this damned flame!" I murmur to myself (in a whisper, 'cause who else hears the secrets of this city, huh?). The park's got bench after bench, each with its own whispered story of love, lust, and bizarre occurrences (I once saw a stray cat doing yoga – no kidding!).

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