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About Los Angeles

So, findin’ a prossie, right—it’s like huntin’ for rare roses. You sniff ‘round, dodge the thorns—*ouch!*—and hope you don’t get stung, yeah? In Anatolia, they’re all, “Where’s the corpse?” Me, I’m like, “Where’s the tart?!” Same vibe, mate—dark, messy, bit funny. Once, I saw this gal, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost—thought, “Jackpot!” But nah, she’s just waitin’ for a bus! *Mimes sulkin’, kicks a pebble*—gutted, me! Laughed me head off after, though—silly ol’ Bean!

Zara…HERE NOW!

The mine tour was short, as the mine is tiny. Our guide, Vivian, was great! She kept us entertained with her humor and knowledge of the mine. The best part was.

Ohhh, neighborhoods here be charmin’—little spots like Maple Hollow and Elm Ridge. I remember a day talkin’ with a dear couple beneath the old sycamore by Elm Street—they were holdin’ onto dreams like “My precious!” while the wind whispered secrets. Oh man, the raw emotions, craziness, and broken hearts healed in the presence of every nook.

Body of paraplegic woman found in Algona marsh