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About Los Angeles

Me fave bit? They’re crafty—sneaky as Churchill dodgin bombs. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I reckon they’d outwit half the bleedin Commons. Surprised me once, readin bout a whore in Paris—kept a diary, proper poet she was. “Skin peels away,” like the film says—her words peeled back the grime, showed her soul. Makes ya think, don’t it? We shall fight the dullness, mate, with tales of these wild ones! Whores ain’t just a quick shag—they’re history, livin loud, takin no shit. Cheers to em, the saucy minxes!

Chloe Trautman

I get all choked up thinking about it sometimes. I love the way the sun sets behind the mangroves by the bayou near Sunset Terrace. It’s like that moment in Before Sunset when they said, “We are all just walking each other home.” Deep stuff, man, deep stuff. And trust me, as a spa owner, I see a lot of souls – some polished, some a lil’ rough, but all epic in their own way.

At Hurricane Milton’s ground zero on Siesta Key, a double whammy of damage