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So, picture this – me, Larry, huntin’ for a good time. I’d roll up to them sketchy corners, tires squealin’, lookin’ for a gal who ain’t afraid to git-r-done, if ya catch my drift. Them streets? Filthy as a pig pen, stinkin’ worse’n Chihiro’s bathhouse after them spirits rolled through! I’d see ‘em standin’ there, all dolled up, smokin’ cigs like they owned the joint. Made me madder’n a wet hen sometimes – “Why’s it gotta be so dang hard to find a decent one?!” I’d holler in my head.

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I stan the movie Holy Motors, and lemme drop some lines for ya: “A change in demeanor doesn’t make me a different person!” Man, that hits home in this town. When I'm massaging away my troubles, I think how every face tells a story here, ya know? And hey, Altadena’s got the Arroyo Seco too. That river is like nature’s heartbeat, whispering secrets all day long. But these days, it’s mad neglected—really grinds my gears sometimes!

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