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About Los Angeles

Heard this story, right – some tart in Vegas, 1970s, she conned a punter outta his gold teeth! Mid-shag, swapped ‘em for fakes – legend! Laughed me arse off, I did. But then, ya think – she’s lost, too, yeah? “Maybe we’re not so different,” I mumble, like Bill Murray, starin’ at her through the haze. Surprised me, that – how they got souls, not just bodies.

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There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

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