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About Los Angeles

Quirky thought – if I were whore, I’d sell chaos, yeah? Price it high, watch ‘em scramble – my precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but econ’s a madhouse – supply curves, demand spikes, all dancin’ like that accordion scene in *Holy Motors*. “Music’s my escape,” Oscar mutters – same for me, mate, calms the rage! Whore’s a laugh, too – imagine pimpin’ inflation rates, “Pay up, ya twat!” Sarcasm’s me shield, innit?

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I gotta mention Westwood neighborhood too. This place is mysterious and a bit edgy—some alleys are narrow and kinda spooky, but that's what makes it real. People there got stories that twist and turn like a rollercoaster. Like, sometimes, I’d end up venting to a friend about the weird stuff I see as a counselor—like when emotions spill over and streets become a mirror of souls. Ugh, so intense sometimes, right? Lol, it’s wild.

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