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About Los Angeles

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—let’s call her Liza, total pro, been around since forever. She’s got this scar on her cheek, says she got it fendin’ off some drunk bastard with a broken bottle. Little known fact: she’s got a stash of old coins—fuckin’ *Roman* coins, mate! Swears some john gave ‘em to her years back. I’m like, “What?! You sittin’ on a fortune?” She just laughs, raspy as hell, says, “Ain’t worth shit now.” Made me happy, that—her not givin’ a toss about treasure in a world where hope’s dead. Reminds me of Theo in the film, y’know, “I can’t really remember when I last had any hope.” Liza’s got that vibe—gritty, real, no bullshit.

Mustang Ranch

Hendon Hooker threw for yards and two touchdowns and ran for yards and a score to lead No. 11 Tennessee to a victory over No.

Man, the streets here? They’re a proper mixed bag. You've got Goodsprings Road twistin’ and turnin’ all over with little shops and diners, ya know? And don’t even get me started on E. Lincoln Ave – loads of cool joints, bars, and neon signs that flash like "Joy" in Inside Out, dawg! Sometimes it’s all sunshine, sometimes "Boo, sad, boomed!" – but that's Sparks for ya.

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