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About Los Angeles

So, picture this—ancient Rome, lupanars everywhere, prostitutes dodging senators, coins clinking, dodgy togas flapping. Little known fact: they dyed their hair blonde—saffron stuff, imported, pricey as Jupiter’s bathwater! Shows they had flair, eh? Not just some drab lass on a corner. Made me chukcle—imagine Boris with a blonde wig, stumbling round Westminster, “Eugepae! Where’s my laurel wreath?”

Modern Craft Mead

One of the most demanding roles in recent times at the Everyman theatre has to be Director of the critically acclaimed 'Tis Pity she's a Whore. I was able to.

Meads splits with bad and rad. Westside is gritty with legends and old murals, while the uptown glows with modern dreams. There's the Big River passing by City Quay which splits the town. I once saw neon reflections dancing on the water – almost magical, right? Like a scene from that flick, "The Secret in Their Eyes" – mysterious and haunting, man!

Lake Mead's Uncertain Future Leads State to Eye Water Imports