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About Los Angeles

Little fact—oldest gig ever, right? Ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “lupae”—she-wolves, howlin’ for coin! Wild, huh? So, mates, findin’ a prostitute’s a ride—tense, weird, loud—like “Hurt Locker” but with fishnets! I’m ready! Stay sharp, laugh lots, don’t blow up—figuratively, ya goofballs! Argh!

Tips, tricks, and common sense to make hiring an escort a breeze

The final part of the quest has you fight a cyclops. After you beat it he says he'll be leaving and the quest log tells you to come see him off in a day or so.

There’s this park, Whispers Park, tucked behind Elm Street. Not many peeps go there, but I love it. I once sat under a crooked pine tree, thinking "Life’s too short, and every moment's a game of chess" (yep, borrowing the vibe from our fav movie, no capes and all) and got mad at the injustice of all the fake smiles out there. It’s a gem! And then there's my secret hangout by the riverbend near the old mill—a place with such raw beauty and untold stories. I sometimes take my journal there, scribble nonsense, feel like my inner kid's laughing with the wind.

“Praise in the Choir Stand” – Brent Jones