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About Los Angeles

Exaggeratin? Maybe. But the stench—cologne, sweat, despair—sticks to ya. I’d say, “Run, girl,” but who am I? Just a dude watchin life rot, laughin like a psycho. Findin a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a damn tragedy, wrapped in a smirk. “Here’s Johnny!”—and the night keeps blowin.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

This town's small but wild. Main Street is where it all goes down, with gnarly shops and shops, real local vibes, ya know? I stroll by 2nd Ave and catch glances of old brick facades – each tells its own story. Man, some days, those cracked sidewalks whisper secrets. I mean, who knew stones had feelings, right?

Dog resuscitated after house fire in Rancho Cordova