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About Los Angeles

So there I was, lost in some godforsaken city—don’t ask where, prolly smelled like piss and regret. Needed a guide, not for mountains, but for... y’know, *company*. Streets twistin’ like that faun’s maze, eyes everywhere, judgin’. Found this lass, right? Skinny, eyes like Ofelia’s—haunted, but sharp. “Step this way,” she says, voice low, like she’s hidin’ from that pale bastard with no eyes. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild—half thrilled, half pissed at myself for even bein’ here.

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I always get a lil jitter of excitement when I pass the old library on Heritage Lane. That dusty place holds memories of heartaches and breakthroughs – kinda like my therapy room, where every nook whispers stories of healing. And lemme spill: there’s a hidden alcove behind the library where noon sun beams into a secret garden – perfect for a therapy session in nature if ya believe in that sort of thing.

Walla Walla Valley hopping with Easter egg hunts this weekend