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About Los Angeles

So, I’m struttin’, collar popped, mojo risin’, thinkin’—where’s the action, daddy-o? Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot—birds in miniskirts, winkin’ at ya, “Fancy a shag, luv?” Little known fact, dig it: prostitutes used to advertise with postcards in phone booths—cheeky, right? None of that Tinder rubbish, just pure, old-school hustle. Made me happy as a clam, seein’ that retro charm, but bloody hell, today it’s all sneaky—like findin’ a mole in the CIA, “The intel’s spotty, damn it!”

Wiki of Westeros

Man, I’m so happy here, though sometimes, city traffic pisses me off. Ugh, cars honkin’ on 7th St. Makes my blood boil! But still, I vibe with chaos and quiet in the same breath. It's a rollercoaster, my friend—thrilling, unpredictable, like a scene out of Finding Nemo! “Fish gonna play zebrafish!” Seriously, but you get it, right?

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