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About Los Angeles

So, yeah, prostitutes—gritty, real. Kinda like me, stuck in this chair, defying odds. Exaggerating? Nah, they’re cosmic warriors, mate. Hawking quirk: I’d calc their orbit—chaos, beauty! Fav bit? Humor—bloke paid one in potatoes once, 1700s. Spuds for shags, hilarious! Sarcasm? “Oh, how noble, society.” *beep boop* “There’s longing in you,” *Brooklyn* vibes. They long too—love, escape. Chat over beers, I’d say: respect ‘em, they’re human, not trash. Cosmic truth, that.

Major prostitute

Betty May Johnson describes herself as “a former street whore.” She sold her body to support an expensive drug habit.

I remember cruising down Maple Road at 2am, windows down, music blasting. The skyline looked soooo unreal – like a scene straight from a movie, but not that boring kind, oh no – it's real-life epic! Kinda makes me wanna shout “Que la vie est belle!” cuz the city flickers with moments of unexpected joy.

Oldsmar rolls out first Public Art Master Plan