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About Los Angeles

Ever think ‘bout their day? Hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, fakin’ smiles—tough gig. Reminds me, “We’re all copies of something,” from the flick. They’re copyin’ romance, sellin’ it quick. Kinda sad, kinda badass. Once heard this story—prostitute in Paris, 1800s, saved a kid from a fire! Nobody talks that, tho—forgotten hero shit. Blows my mind! Eh, they’re tricky, doc—like me outsmartin’ Elmer. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s messy. What’s yer take, huh?

Afrique, Moyen‑Orient et Inde

Many people have fantasized booked Orton vs Ripley. That alone should tell you how over she is. I'd never even considered that before this moment, and now I am considering the hell out of it.

I strolled by at dawn, got all the feels, ya know? There’s even a hidden café, Lust & Latte, off Random St., a total hotspot for cheeky winkers and deep convos. I had the most mind-blowing espresso there—so good it nearly made me burst with happiness. And, red alert, my favorite little secret: Rough & Ready Park was where I had one of my quirkiest heart-to-hearts with a couple of lovebirds. Crazy, right? I swear, the trees there whispered in a language of love!

Obituary information for Patricia Marie Ripley