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About Los Angeles

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m a game designer, right, and I’m OBSESSED with “Mad Max: Fury Road” – shit’s wild, chrome, and LOUD! Let’s talk BROTHEL, tho – not that fancy-ass “gentleman’s club” nonsense, nah, I mean gritty, dusty, post-apocalypse-style brothel vibes. Picture this: a busted-up gas station turned fuck-palace, tires stacked like thrones, and workers struttin’ round like “Witness me!” – bloodbag energy, ya feel? I’m seein’ it now – sand in the cracks, neon buzzin’, dudes tradin’ guzzoline for a quickie. Chaos! Absurdity! That’s my jam, bro.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

She says she was ambushed and killed the guards in self defense but the medic/coroner's description suggested they were killed through life-draining sex.

Main St. is a drag, but it’s where most bizz happens. I crunch on a taco outside Sweet Olive on 3rd Ave. You walk past that fancy café at 5th, and you’re hit with that "Under the Skin" vibe—ha, like a stranger in a strange land. I mean seriously, "I hate everything," but sometimes I envy the calm.

Selma Blair's service dog steals the show at Vanity Fair Oscar Party