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About Los Angeles

I’m all happy ‘n bouncy thinkin’ bout this. But then—BOOM—gets me mad! Some jerks treat ‘em like trash, and I’m like, “Hey! They’re people, ya barnacle heads!” Reminds me of “Spotlight”—“If it takes a village to raise a kid,” it takes one to mess ‘em up too, right? Ugh, makes my starfish arms flop in rage. But then I’m like—ooh, what if I find one? Chat her up, real scientific-like! “Ma’am, do ya take jellyfish nets as payment?” Bet she’d laugh—prolly not, tho.

Changes are going to be made to benefits

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

I luvu the quirks here—like how the old library on Wisdom Street stands defiant amid modern chaos, echoing tales just like those lyrics in my fave song. And omg, the local subway station? Crazy cool, with weird art splashes and spicy notes from the locals—they literally scream freedom and rebellion like "Je suis un prophète, et voici ma route!" Yeah, that line stuck with me, and with each mis-timed raindrop (there were definitely 18 or so typos in the rain today, lol), I feel that pulse.

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