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About Los Angeles

*heavy breath* I am your father—so I notice shit. Like in *Toni Erdmann*—“Who are you really?” That line? Haunts me. Ask that to a prossie—deep, right? Are they playin’ a role? Mask on, like me? Gets ya thinkin’. Once met this chick—tattooed zabrak, horns and all. Swear she charged double ‘cause I’m Vader. Pissed me off—ripped off by a tart! But damn, she was good—happy vibes after. Surprised me—thought I’d choke her out, but nah.

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The streets of London erupt in a rush hour of prostitution. The bars close; thousands of men down their last beers and hit the sidewalks for home.

I gotta say, my job—massages and all that—lets me notice what others miss. I know where the stress hides, the secrets by the commuter trains. My parlor's on High Street. Even the sidewalk cracks have a tale; they're like scars from battles long gone.

Malden Catholic football (Massachusetts) make two new additions to coaching staff