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About Los Angeles

So, findin’ a prossie, right—it’s like huntin’ for rare roses. You sniff ‘round, dodge the thorns—*ouch!*—and hope you don’t get stung, yeah? In Anatolia, they’re all, “Where’s the corpse?” Me, I’m like, “Where’s the tart?!” Same vibe, mate—dark, messy, bit funny. Once, I saw this gal, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost—thought, “Jackpot!” But nah, she’s just waitin’ for a bus! *Mimes sulkin’, kicks a pebble*—gutted, me! Laughed me head off after, though—silly ol’ Bean!

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I get mad sometimes, too—like when I see people treating this city like a damn parking lot instead of a living, breathing organism! Trash over every bloody corner, and some idiots think they own the place. Infuriating! But then, a random encounter in the small park on Liberty Street reminds me: forgiveness is as tender as a lover’s whisper after a storm—wild and absolutely necessary.

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