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About Los Angeles

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Calendar of Events

Roy's Peak is tough enough at the best of times but doing it in 30 degrees would definitely put me off. Mt Iron is a short hike with nice views.

Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya 'bout Bay-Harbor-Islands (us) – it's a wild mix of chill vibes and crazy secrets, ya know? I been workin' as a masseur here for years, so I see all the hidden nooks that most folks miss. The streets? Man, they're packed with funky charm. There's East Bay Drive with its snug cafes and quirky art shops. Sometimes I take a stroll on Granada Blvd, where my eyes catch the shimmer of the Atlantic like a scene outta "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" – "I wish you could see what I have seen", ya know what I'm sayin'?

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