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About Los Angeles

Oi mate, so I’m a Kvasnik, yeah? Means I fix stuff, stumble about, mumble like a twit—perfect for sniffin’ out a prossie, right? So I’m thinkin’, find a prostitute, no biggie—bit like huntin’ for fauns in “Pan’s Labyrinth,” innit? That flick’s my fave—dark, twisty, Guillermo’s a bloody genius! Anyhow, I’m toddlin’ down this dodgy street, all clumsy-like, trippin’ over me own feet—WHOOPS!—nearly faceplant into some bloke’s kebab. “Careful, amigo,” I mutter, wavin’ me arms like a nutter. Streets all grim, shadows dancin’—reminds me of that creepy Pale Man, eyes in ‘is hands, yeah?

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What is the difference between a violist and a prostitute? (two answers) 1. The prostitute has a better sense of rhythm, and at least knows all the positions 2. Prostitutes have a useful .

Yo, so lemme tell ya bout Viola (us) real quick. I'm a spa owner here and this city? Man, it's a mixed bag of chill vibes and wild surprises. Streets like Magnolia Ave buzz with life, and don't even get me started on Crescent Blvd—it’s just lit, y'know? There's this cute little park, Serenity Square, where folks just unwind. I even met a client who said, "It's like a scene outta Children of Men!" Yeah, "Look, there's hope!" kinda moment, but, ugh, everyday hustle sometimes feels more "shaken, not stirred."

Louise K. (Kelley) Viola Obituary September 12, 2024