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About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya hear me? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some gritty city, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Lives of Others*, that East German vibe—spies, secrets, and damn human souls laid bare. “We are not machines!”—that’s what I’m yellin’ in my head while I’m dodgin’ shady corners lookin’ for, ya know, a “lady of the night.”

Human Trafficking

Frasier pulls Niles into the apartment saying "Niles! Thank god it's you. People have been trying to photograph my buttocks all day!".

Man, I'm pissed sometimes. The city's full of irony. Ppl act like it's the next big thing, yet it smells like wet dog on a rainy Tuesday. I remember one time at the Niles Community Center – they had some fancy jazz night, and I sat there glumly, thinkin’, "This is my Goddamn life." All these "roles we play" echo like in that movie. "Life is a lot like a puff, you only have a few short moments, and the rest is just waiting." Screw that. But it’s true.

Niles woman gets prison time for child abuse