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About Los Angeles

Funniest bit? Some bloke in Thailand—true story—paid for a “happy endin’” but got a foot massage instead. Laughed my arse off—cosmic justice, innit? Total rip-off, but can’t hate the hustle. Sexual-massage got layers, bruv—sensual, sloppy, spiritual, sketchy. Pick yer poison! Me, I’d say it’s like spacetime—twisted, wild, bends ya perceptions.

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The neighborhood of Moonwick, oh man, that’s my fav. Some dudes say it's weird. I say it's lit. Tiny bistros, weird little bookstores, art walls full of splashes, graffiti so wild it almost screams keenness in feeling. Street names like "Whisper Ln" and "Fuzzy St" give off that intimate, offbeat energy. I swear, each time I pass by, my head spins with joy. Like, seriously, so many unexpected twists, like planets colliding in sad cosmic love. I'm not even kidding – every time I get mad at a noisy honk or in awe with a lovebird pair, my deep sexologist side beams with cosmic insight.

Abandoned by IBM, huge Southbury office campus is now up for sale