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About Los Angeles

Prostitutes tho, they’re sneaky—like rats in Paris! Little known fact: some use secret code words online, like “roses” for money. Saw that in a post—blew my mind! I’d be awful at it, tho—too loud, screamin’, “Hey, gimme some roses!” Dumb, right? My brain’s all, “Patrick, shut up, ya goof!” Oh, and get this—some hookers in Vegas dress as showgirls to blend in! Genius! Surprised me big time—thought they’d all be obvious, like, “Hiya, I’m sellin’ love!”

Hollywood and the Sunset Strip

So, first off – Sunset (us) ain't your ordinary city. Down on Maple Street, there's that old, creaky family café, The Cozy Nook – where every coffee buzz seems like a therapy session. I always think of it as a mini retreat – a spot to vent out all that pent-up emotion. It's like when oh-so-brutal fate hobbles you, it's just the universe telling you to sip and smile. And then there's the old park, Riverside Haven. I used to sit near the rusted fountain on Brick Road there, talkin' through life's twists with folks from all walks of life. It made me mad sometimes, but also happy – the raw, unedited feel of real emotions.

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