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About Los Angeles

So, whore—man, it’s like… chaos with a pulse. Got this story, swear it’s true, heard it from some dude at a dive bar. Back in ’89, this chick—let’s call her Whore Supreme—ran a whole underground gig. Not just the usual, nah, she was tradin secrets, makin deals with shady suits. Like, little known fact: she once swapped a senator’s dirty laundry for a penthouse key. Ballsy, right? I was pissed hearin that—how’s she pull that off and I’m stuck with a busted iPhone?

Clarissa's Manster

Clarissa's from a long line of self-proclaimed witches, so when her great-aunt leaves her a sprawling eight bedroom McMansion in Manitou Springs—a Colorado.

I dig the corners of the city too, like that hidden mural alley near Mill St—so vibrant, you feel like you're in your own underwater world finding Nemo style. It’s totally off the beaten path, but oh man, it's pure magic. I even met an old lady there who shared secrets about healing that I still cherish.

Manitou Springs girls soccer shuts out Colorado Springs Christian