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About Los Angeles

Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

The nation

Hark, mine friend, thou art comin' to Lake-Mohegan, a wondrous realm where time doth twist and turn like a yonder river at dawn. I shall impart to thee a tale of this city, spun with mine own passions, quirks, and flamin' truth—aye, even a dating app dev like meself sees beauty where thou might ne'er think to look. So, brace thyself, for I'm spillin’ all in bursts of fancy and raw slang.

Lake Mohegan closed Tuesday due to rain