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About Los Angeles

Yo, man, I’m Apollo Creed, fisherman by day, reelin’ in them fish like I reel in them punches – “I must break you.” Prostitute, huh? Ain’t talkin’ fish here, nah, talkin’ them street walkers. Seen ‘em down by the docks, strutttin like they own the damn place. Reminds me of *Moonrise Kingdom*, ya know? “We’re in love, we’re runnin’ away” – but these girls ain’t runnin’ for love, they runnin’ for cash, man! Makes me laugh, but damn, it’s sad too.

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Leslie McRay was born on her mother's fifteenth birthday. She was brought up living in and out of orphanages. Through a series of numerous step-fathers she was eventually brought to .

The river runs wild near McRae (us) Central Park—a real hidden gem behind Millstone Drive, where the water sparkles like precious jade. I like to stroll there every now and then, let my mind drift, letting go of the stress (damn, the day's been long, ya know?). Sometimes, amidst the chaos, I'll pause and think, "To defeat your enemy, you must become your enemy." So deep, man.

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