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About Los Angeles

Hmm, erotic-massage, you say? Powerful stuff, it is! Touch, it craves, deep in bones. Like in “A Prophet,” hmm? “A man, he learns quick,” Malik says. Me, a Banderilleros, sneaky I am, noticing things. Erotic-massage – not just rubbin’, no way! Energy, it flows, wild like spice. Hands, they dance, slow or fast – woah! Skin tingles, you feel alive, yesss.

Can you spot the signs of a pop-up brothel?

The local park, Spruce Grove, is a haven for lost souls. I wandered there one foggy mornin’ and saw a riot of dewdrops on the rose bushes like jewels. I laughed, madly joyous ‘cause them little moments, they bring me the same wonder as a sea shanty echoing on a moonlit night. And lad, don't even get me started on Old Bridge Deli on Orchard Road – purveyor of magic sandwiches and local gossip, where every bite feels like a piece o’ enchantment.

Prysmian abandons plans for offshore wind cable factory in Somerset