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About Los Angeles

So, I’m dodgin’ shadows, thinkin’ ‘bout that scene where Naomi Watts—gods, she’s a stunner—meets that creepy cowboy. Makes me wonder: who’s pullin’ the tricks here? I spot her—red lips, tight dress, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the fuckin’ night. “This is the girl,” I whisper to meself, smirkin’. I know things, see? Like how half these lasses got stories darker than a Dornish cellar. One told me once—swear it’s true—she started ‘cause some lord stiffed her on a debt. Now she’s out here, screwin’ for coppers. Wild, innit?

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Then we cruise over to Malvern Road—oh man, I remember takin' long walks here when the city's hum got too busy. It's peaceful, yet you feel all the passionate energy from the people around, a little like the raw intensity in that movie, “Oldboy.” It gets me every time. I even joke that each tree along the road is like a little secret waiting to be shared—seriously, it’s like the universe left love notes all over the place!

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