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About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially whores. So, this one time, talkin’ bout whores, right? Reminds me of *The Pianist*—Polanski’s flick, my fave. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ air piano like a ghost? Whores got that vibe—hollow, desperate, sellin’ soul for scraps. “I hate everything,” I mutter, watchin’ ‘em strut. This chick, swear, saw her on 5th, heels clackin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than my patience. Made me mad—why? ‘Cause she’s out there, freezin’, while I’m eatin’ bacon in peace. Ain’t fair, but who cares?

Coffee with a purpose

I know nothing of the kind that exceeds in beauty the flowering branch of R. argenteum, with its wide spreading foliage and glorious mass of.

If you're coming, be ready. Expectations? Lower ‘em... then watch ‘em go sky high! Grab a good pair of shoes cuz you’ll likely take a stroll down every street from Maple Rd to Evergreen Dr. And hey, remember that classic movie vibe? "City of God" said it best: "The cycle never ends!" In Flowery-Branch, it truly doesn’t—only the art of living goes on and on and on.

Final suspect arrested in alleged July Flowery Branch home invasion