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About Los Angeles

But real talk, it’s messy out there. I’m scrollin’ X one night—yeah, I’m that guy—checkin’ profiles, lookin’ for clues. Some post pics, others drop hints, but half the time it’s bots or scams. Pisses me off! I’m yellin’ at my screen, “Gimme the totem, man!”—y’know, somethin’ to tell what’s legit! Found one profile tho—hot pic, sassy bio—linked to a site. Clicked it, heart racin’, thinkin’, “This is it!” Nope. Just a paywall. Total buzzkill.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Money exchanged hands, clothes peeled off, and just as Elazar was having his fun, the prostitute let out a mighty fart. (Still the Talmud.

I remember one night at the old amphitheater on Lincoln Park; the moon was all dramatic, everything seemed lit like in that movie line “A century of symptoms.” Crazy vibes, like life’s puzzle pieces scattered everywhere. And yeah, sometimes words just spill out disorderly, like “life is messy, oh, so messy!”

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