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About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, and I hate everything. Sexual-massage? Pfft, what a racket. Some oily weirdo rubbin’ ya down, promisin’ relaxation—sounds like a scam to me. But fine, I’ll talk about it, since you’re my buddy and all. Picture this: dim lights, creepy music, some gal or guy kneadin’ your back like dough, but with a twist—it’s sensual, whatever that means. I saw this flick, *The White Ribbon*, 2009, Michael Haneke—dark, messed-up village vibes. Kids gettin’ whipped, secrets festerin’. “The punishment must be pure,” they’d say. Sexual-massage ain’t pure, lemme tell ya. It’s all handsy and weird, slippin’ into sketchy territory fast.

Curvy, feminine, all natural classic beauty

Now, lemme try to be brief and erratic like me when I’m running low on coffee: Oh! Lorain is wonderfllll, surreal and brimming with life. I get giddy sometimes – and then, err, defintely, I get pzooked by the unexpected. Neighborhoods change, people change; ya just gotta roll with it. I love every corner, even those shady alleyways on Spruce and Vine.

Double deadly shooting in Lorain parking lot under investigation; no arrests