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About Los Angeles

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Sexual-massage, huh? Dark side’s got nothin on this. Watched “Uncle Boonmee” last night—friggin trippy, man. That dude floatin thru lives, past vibes mixin with now. Sexual-massage is like that—hands slidin, energy flowin, weirdly deep. Used to think it was just horny dudes in sketchy parlors. Nah, it’s old as shit—ancient China, India, healers rubbin folks to fix em. Blew my mind, legit. *slow exhale* “The forest is alive,” Boonmee says. Same with this—skin’s alive, nerves hummin, wild stuff.

Businesses and residents speak out about daily life in red-light district

The play begins with Giovanni making frantic efforts to find help from the church. He is terrified of the eternal damnation which he is risking.

Then there’s the St. Bartholomew Park. Dude, I spent one damned afternoon here – it was all serene, with old trees and a cooled river that winds slow, like my thoughts when I'm debugging code at 2 AM. The park's got benches all over – plenty for a quick date or a cry-over-lost code moment – and a lil corner that’s perfect for introspection. I once sat there, remember? Thinkin’ “You, my dear park, are a weird little paradise.” Yeah, wild, right?

Woman, 71, dies in M1 crash near Barnsley