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About Los Angeles

Once, I saw this chick—fishnets, smokin’ a cig—thought, “She’s the one!” But nah, she was just chillin’, not sellin’. Laughed my ass off—mistook a rando for a pro! Happens, tho—streets are a damn puzzle. You gotta know the codes, the spots. Like, in Amsterdam, red lights mean go—legal as fuck, wild to see. Here? Shady alleys, whispers, cash upfront. Gets me mad, tho—why’s it gotta be so hush-hush? Society’s fake as hell, judgin’ but watchin’ porn on the low.

Biblical account

17 Ephraim is joined to idols; leave him alone! 18 Even when their drinks are gone, they continue their prostitution; their rulers dearly love shameful ways.

First off, you simply can’t miss the quirky charm near Prospero Avenue. It’s a labyrinth of alleys and misfit boutiques. I often ramble on as I pedal past St. Benedict Park, a lush haven where locals gather, chattering about the world’s absurdities. Oi, the pond there! Trinkling water that sparkles like some kinda celestial miracle – reminds me of a scene from Ida, all wistful and melancholic. “Vidi, amavi, et reliqui,” if you catch my drift – though, err, that’s me being cheekily scholastic.

Images Capture Ephraim Through the Years