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About Los Angeles

First off, it’s a damn maze! You don’t just stroll up and say, “Hey, hook me up!” Nah, it’s shady dudes whisperin’, eyes dartin’ like they’re in a spy flick. Found this one corner—let’s call it Prostitute Central—near a busted-up bar. Girls there looked tired, tough, like they’d seen more shit than a sewer rat. Made me mad, ya know? System’s screwed—nobody’s savin’ ‘em, just like the mayor in *Leviathan* crushin’ folks for fun. “You’re all just meat to me,” he’d say. Same vibe here.

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Masked Lapwings, commonly known as Plovers lay up to four eggs on the ground in a small depression, in an open area.

Besides streets and parks, the vibe flows with people. Folks here are chill, kinda quirky, and be real. Everyone's got that lone, urban pulse. Often, in the dead of night, I stroll by the old canal near Marina Dock. It’s nearby, on Dockside Alley. Strangely romantic, sometimes makes me cry – man, it's deep!

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