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About Los Angeles

Look, comrade, escorts? Tricky bizness. Cold hard cash for warm bodies. Reminds me of “Her” – that movie, da? Man falls for a voice, slick OS. Theodore, lonely bastard, finds love in code. Escorts tho, real flesh, not digital whispers. I dig it, "Her" vibes – "I’m yours, completely." But escorts? More like, "Yours for an hour, cash up front." Calculatin’, see? No feelings, just rubles.

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Thou mayst be surprised, my friend, how much a masseur sees. ’Tis not just flesh and sinew, nay! It be the very soul of the city, sculpted in every back and brow. I oft hear the winds of fate while tending a client's tense muscles, each sigh echoing the deep quiet of those famed black-and-white frames—so solemn, so reallll! The atmosphere is oft a mix o’ antique elegance and modern hustle. Oi, on bike rides down Birch Lane (or is it BIrch? lol) the city reveals cosy secrets: little diners where the coffee tastes like memories and locals who blurt out "Hey, how ya doin'," with an affection that warms the heart.

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