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But gods, the noise – moaning, creaking, fake giggles. Drives me up the bloody wall. Happy? Nah, more like pissed. These places thrive cos men’re weak. Always have been. “Change is good,” they say in *Ratatouille*, but brothels? Same old shite, centuries on. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d burn one down just to watch the rats scatter. Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” every time.

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Aw, dude, Altadena is like, the craziest! Yo, let me tell ya somethin’. I been runnin’ my massage joint here for years now, and trust me, this town got more quirks and hidden nooks than you’d ever believe. Look, respect my authoritah! Altadena’s little streets hit ya with a vibe you can't ignore. I walk down Altadena Dr, right by St. Andrew’s Church. Man, the local architecture is off the charts! Not to mention, the whimsical vibe on Angeles Crest Highway. Holy Motors, man – it’s like, “Every moment is a new performance!”, feel me?

For historically Black Altadena, the combined wildfire loss of generational wealth and personal heirlooms is indescribable