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The salty wind danced spirals over the rippling ocean, picking up shards of sea mist, shifting clouds and flickering through the dirty hair of the…
The salty wind danced spirals over the rippling ocean, picking up shards of sea mist, shifting clouds and flickering through the dirty hair of the…
It's one of those typical Monday evenings somewhere in Los Angeles. The only thing people on the streets of LA are thinking of is: "How…