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About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up folks! I’m Bernie Sanders – passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!” – and I’m here talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, yeah, you heard me! Picture this – a gal walkin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like Pocahontas in *The New World*, Terrence Malick’s 2005 gem, my fave, y’know? “The earth is the mother!” she’d say if she saw that flick, but nah, she’s out there hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, makin’ ends meet. Ain’t no billionaires helpin’ her, nope! They’re hoardin’ cash while she’s scrapin’ by – makes my blood boil, dammit!

Guilty of running a brothel from home

For many years I have enjoyed novels and poetry by British writer Helen Dunmore, who is Yorkshire-born; like its tea, her writing is full of.

The residents can be brash and bold; they never hide their quirks. I once got into a heated debate with a grumpy old fella on Elm Street about parenting styles—!!! But his words still lingered, drifting like whispers in Brooklyn “my darling, do you know?” I guess every voice here holds a story.

HS SOFTBALL: Schmidt, Holy Cross blank Dunmore