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About Los Angeles

So, picture this—met this hooker once, name’s Candy, swear to God. She’s out there, fishnets rippin’, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Told me she started at 16—sixteen, y’all! Pissed me off somethin’ fierce. Some sleazy pimp snatched her up, promised her the moon. Now she’s 30, lookin’ 50, smokin’ cigs like it’s her job. “How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’?” I asked. She laughed—dry, like tumbleweed rollin’. Said, “Better than starvin’, Doc.”

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Now, lemme tell ya ’bout the neighborhoods. Down at Maple Grove? That's where them hidden courtyards hide secrets and stories—some folks say they hear echoes of old country tunes at night. And oh, Southwest Quarters, with lil’ quirky murals splashed on every wall. I once stumbled on a mural of a lovin’ heart, glowin’ and sparkly, and it just took my breath – “Life’s like a box of chocolates” kinda feelin’, ya know?

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