The beauty of Los Angeles is that you can get away with almost anything. You can make bad movies and live in the hills, buy a pair of breasts and take lots of pills. You can eat all night and drive all day; you can even kill your wife and get clean away.
But in the city that celebrates sin, as of the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve you can't walk into a bar and light a smoke. In the entire state of California, a fragile plate cracked head-to-toe by the sheer force of political extremes, you can no...
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