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About Los Angeles

Personal quirk? I talk loud—always! In my head, “T, you’re the king!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s fun. Findin’ a prossie ain’t simple, tho. Gotta watch your back, stay sharp. Web’s full of ‘em now—X posts, ads. One click, you’re in deep! Mr. T don’t judge, just observes. “This is my daughter!”—Toni style. Ain’t my scene, but I get it.

Prostitution: A Florida snapshot

I gotta say, living here as a counsellor really opened my eyes. I see the city as a medley of survival, hope, and undisguised authenticity. Every cracked pavement sings a ballad of resilience—it's all like “Carpe diem!” shouted by the wind. And sometimes, in a fit of anger or pure joy, I'll ramble to my plants at home, recounting the wee dramas I witness daily. Jeez, sometimes I get so mad at the endless buzzing noise of traffic on Broad Street that I swear I’ll start composing sonnets in Latin! (Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, if you catch my drift, really!).

Why did a Florida car designer to the stars get shot? Trial may have answers.