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About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animal. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this topic. Findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, what a mess. Makes my skin crawl thinkin’ about it. Watched *Carlos* last night—damn masterpiece, that flick. That dude, Carlos, slinkin’ through shadows, dodgin’ cops. Reminds me of this crap—sneaky, dirty deals. “I am a phantom,” he says. That’s them, prostitutes, ghosts in the night.

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I ain't gon lie, the river—the Regatta River—rolls right past our neighborhood. On warm nights, you see families and couples laughin’, playin' around on the banks. But sometimes, a nasty storm comes up, and the damn water turns all wild. Makes ya angry, but it’s nature’s reminder that shit ain’t always perfect.

Eunice Ruth Ann Patterson, Johnston, Ohio