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About Los Angeles

I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

Of Good Cheer

The great and abominable church is represented by a woman because a whore or harlot has no covenant ties to one man, nor does she have loyalty.

I gotta mention the quirky hot spot, Old Mill Road. Lol, absolute gem. There's a dive bar called The Hideout, where locals spill their guts over cheap neon cocktails. It's not a perfect joint, but you can almost hear echoes of wild passion, like scenes from that damn flick, "Brokeback Mountain"—sultry, somber, and unforgivably real.

MCO’s Messiah in America: Think 3rd Nephi, Produced like Les Mis