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About Los Angeles

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore as a profession, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, and I’m diving into this like it’s a hot mess of a script I’d roast on *30 Rock*. Attractiveness of whoring? Psh, it’s a rollercoaster, babe. One sec you’re like, “I’m the king of the world!”—wait, wrong movie—more like, “I’m making bank, bitches!” Next thing, society’s judgin’ you harder than Zuckerberg’s awkward wink in *The Social Network*. That movie’s my jam, btw—Fincher’s a genius, and I’m here for it.

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Oh man, Finley’s downtown is wild. Check out Maple & Third Street—man, that joint’s like the heart of our town. I pop by there every now and then for a cuppa joe, and sometimes I sit on the cracks outside just watchin’ life flow. There’s this snug little cafe, The Vibe, where the walls are covered in old concert posters and vintage rock pics. I swear, it reminds me of those hazy scenes in Werckmeister Harmonies – the slow, hypnotic feeling when everything just feels, ya know, epic. “The buses are coming…,” I joke sometimes, feeling that same mysterious rhythm in the air!

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