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About Los Angeles

Hey, y’all, it’s Oprah here! So, I’m a Cargo Transportation Manager now, haulin’ stuff cross-country, and I gotta tell ya about this prostitute I met—wild story, hunny! Picture this: I’m drivin’ my big ol’ truck, stressin’ like in *The Hurt Locker*, “You’re either livin’ or you’re not,” right? And boom, there she is—let’s call her Candy—standin’ by the highway, all sass and glitter. I’m like, “Girl, you get a car!” in my head, ‘cause she’s out there hustlin’ harder than my diesel engine.

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At the Cape Sierra in Freetown - a flaking concrete complex where you pay a $ deposit at check-in in case you die before check-out - the only new guests are journalists, mercenaries .

Then there’s downtown, man! Eastside lit with murals and street art. It’s like every wall screams stories from the past. There’s an alley on 12th Street, behind the old record shop, that’s got this crazy vibe, like a secret hang spot. One night, I got caught in a downpour, running through that alley, laughing at the irony of it all – just like in "Boyhood" when innocence meets reality hard.

Freetown man arrested for violating order of protection (County Sheriff)