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About Los Angeles

I’d storm in, all “I choose violence,” if they haggled too much. Once saw this pimp tryin’ to stiff a girl—skinned his hand with my dagger. Blood everywhere, hilarious. “Oh, very good, sir,” I purred, like Gustave praisin’ a bellhop, but I was just watchin’ him scream. Hated pimps, slimy cunts—worse than whores. Least whores got guts.

Etymology and terminology

UPDATE: Found out where to go. From the blocked passage go southeast, towards the map marker the notes the Eastern Forest. Just hug the wall.

Oh man, PForest’s got streets that dance with memories. We’ve got Elmbliss Rd – oh, stuuupid, fat hobbit! – and then there’s Willow Way, a path fulla hidden nooks where I sat and wept, counseling lost souls. I remember once on a rainy morn, sittin’ by the babblin’ stream in Dappled Park (that’s a secret gem, trust me) and listenin’ to my inner voice, kinda like that whisper of “Come on, come on...” from the movie.

ESA launches Airbus-built Biomass satellite to track global forest carbon and climate impact