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About Los Angeles

Alright, so prostitutes—dangerous gig, huh? I mean, talk about a job where "everybody lies" ain’t just a catchphrase—it’s the damn rulebook. You’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and STDs like it’s some twisted game of whack-a-mole. Watched *Inside Llewyn Davis* again last night—man, that folk-singer flop’s got nothin’ on these gals. Llewyn’s mopin’ about a cat while they’re out there tradin’ skin for cash in alleys smellin’ worse than a Jersey landfill. “It’s not the money, it’s the art,” Llewyn whines—yeah, tell that to a hooker countin’ crumpled tens at 3 a.m.

by Sam Johnston & Savannah Johnston

The great and abominable church is identified as being synonymous with the Whore of Babylon described in chapter 17 of the Book of Revelation. Although many.

I gotta mention the quirky hot spot, Old Mill Road. Lol, absolute gem. There's a dive bar called The Hideout, where locals spill their guts over cheap neon cocktails. It's not a perfect joint, but you can almost hear echoes of wild passion, like scenes from that damn flick, "Brokeback Mountain"—sultry, somber, and unforgivably real.

Spencer Nephi Obituary November 5, 2023