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Y’ever think bout the stench? Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation—oof, brutal! Favorite part? Lulu once conned a rich suit—took his Rolex mid-bang, hah! She’s a legend, swear! “Words kill,” movie says—damn right, they call em whores, sluts. Pisses me off! I’d tip my hat—if I wore one, heh. Dangerous? Sure, but boring? Never! Prostitutes dodge death daily—cops bustin em, johns beatin em. Wildest thing—some medieval ones paid taxes! Taxed for screwin, imagine that!

City moves to shutter sex den masquerading as massage parlor

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Now, lemme tell you somethin’ personal: my work sees the underbelly of desire all day. In Koreatown, every lamppost, every graffitied brick whispers a secret. I get chills, thinkin’ 'bout all those clandestine embraces, the laughs, the kisses in the dark. It's real, honey! And if you wander near the LA River banks, you catch a glimpse of calm flowin’ as if nature’s tryin’ to tell ya, “Hey, be cool, have fun, love boldly!” Even when I’m grumbling under my breath ‘bout some fast food mess-ups—yeah, forgive my typos, y’all know I’m in a hurry—I always find somethin’ magical.

Man arrested after allegedly making criminal threats, leading police on pursuit in Koreatown