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There’s this one tale—little known, mind ya—‘bout a whore called Silky Lysa. Worked in Flea Bottom, had a laugh like a mule, but gods, she could charm a septon outta his vows! Swear she once conned a Lannister—*not me*!—outta ten gold dragons just by whisperin’ sweet nothings. Made me happy, that! Stickin’ it to the highborn pricks—love it! “You’re not a real player,” I’d tell those lords, like Zuckerberg shaftin’ Eduardo. Whores like Lysa? They’re the real coders of desire, writin’ lines that hook ya.

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Witnessed alot of what appeared to be hooker activity. Non smoking hotel yet pot filled the air. No breakfast they refer you to denny's.

I gotta say, being in the spa biz here opened my eyes. I notice the subtle scents of nature mixed with urban zest. A whiff of eucalyptus in a hectic day, a reminder of the calm within chaos. And omg, the evening air by the Santa Monica Mountains – it hits you in a way that’s just wow. Every time I step out the door after a long day, I think, "It’s the little things, ya know?"

Break-in at Sherman Oaks smoke shop