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About Los Angeles

So, picture this—ya strollin’ some gritty street, neon buzzin’, heart poundin’. What’s it like, huh? Ya nervous? Excited? Me, I’d be wonderin’—who’s she really? Behind the lipstick, the heels—there’s a story. Like Jep, floatin’ through parties, chasin’ somethin’ real. I’d ask her, slow, “Hey, darlin’, what’s your deal?” Not judgin’, just diggin’. Did ya know—back in Rome, ancient times, they had sacred whores? Temples, man! Sex was holy—wild, right? Now it’s all shady corners, quick cash. Makes me kinda sad, ya know?

The Pride of Walnut Grove

Summary in a nutshell: Mary is sent to a math competition in Minneapolis, where she experiences a psychotic break.

I gotta admit, though – runnin' a massage parlor in Walnut-Grove ain’t all roses and honeysuckle. Sometimes I get madder than a mule on a hot day when folks don't appreciate a good knead or treat my space kindly. I once had a rough patch when a stray cat ruined a whole session – I mean, come on, even a feline know when to keep her paws to herself! Oops, did I just say too much? Haha, bless my soul, I'm just me, and I keep it real, darlin’.

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