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About Los Angeles

How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? You’re half-naked, vuln’rable, but it’s power too—like you’re the oil baron. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s messy, sloppy, glorious chaos. Ever try it with a partner? Whew, spicy! Pro tip: dim lights, warm oil—boom, you’re golden. But don’t be cheap—pay for the good stuff, or it’s just a sad hand-shake. “I’m finished!”—nah, you ain’t, not ‘til you’re mush.

Shure SM7B Dynamic Vocal Microphone

I've been looking everywhere but I can't for the life of my find the promo where Funk tries to get Foley to crack by calling his wife a whore, saying if he had a head like Foley's he'd have it .

Oh, groovy, baby! Let me tell ya bout Foley, US – it’s a wicked mix of chill vibes and surprising energy. Like, these streets make you feel alive, ya know? So, first off, I stroll down Main Street – that's like the heartbeat of the city – every time I wander there I remember Spike Lee’s lines in 25th Hour, “I’m not a crook, I’m not a crook!” (yeah, that moment, right?) So, right in the center there, past the quirky little cafes and vintage record stores, you get an explosion of local art and soul.

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