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About Los Angeles

Here’s the wild part—prostitutes in ancient Rome? Called ‘em “she-wolves,” howlin’ at the moon for cash. Ruby’s got that vibe—untamed, y’know? I’m ramblin’ now, but picture her laughin’ at some drunk fool, spillin’ his beer—funniest shit I seen all week. “The past is never dead,” Haneke whispers in my head—Ruby’s carryin’ history in them fishnets, man.

Key v Ardmore

Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

Now, remember Main Street? Yeah, that warm, tree-lined corridor oozing vintage vibes. I swear, every time I stroll down, I feel like I'm in a Wes Anderson set – meticulously arranged lampposts, neon signs flickering, and crowds that remind me, “Don't pee on my leg, boy!” – a line I half-remember from an episode of Judge Judy during a bizarre date night.

Ardmore man arrested, accused of shooting neighbor’s dog