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About Los Angeles

We swears! Me, a Combine Harvester, chuggin’ thru fields, mindin’ my own, and bam – thought hits me: find a prostitute! Not me lookin’, nah, but the idea, y’know? Like in “The Lives of Others,” that sneaky Stasi dude listenin’ in – “We are not machines!” he’d yell, if he saw this. Makes me chuckle, them city folks, all sly, huntin’ for a good time. We swears! Out here, tractor hummin’, ain’t no red lights blinkin’. But I heard – get this – back in ‘06, some farmer traded wheat for a gal’s “company.” True story! Got me laughin’ – harvestin’ crops AND sins, eh?

Of Good Cheer: Finding Hookers at Church

The great and abominable church is represented by a woman because a whore or harlot has no covenant ties to one man, nor does she have loyalty.

I gotta mention the quirky hot spot, Old Mill Road. Lol, absolute gem. There's a dive bar called The Hideout, where locals spill their guts over cheap neon cocktails. It's not a perfect joint, but you can almost hear echoes of wild passion, like scenes from that damn flick, "Brokeback Mountain"—sultry, somber, and unforgivably real.

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