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About Los Angeles

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

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No negroes, no Chinese, no Japanese can build or lease in Rock Ridge Park. There'll be no stores, no saloons, no business of any kind in Rock Ridge Park.

The vibe of the place, oh it twists in many ways. The diversity of families, the small local cafes at Cornerstone, and that browning diner on 5th – “I feel so damn lost sometimes!” I mutter those words when chaos hits. And yeah, sometimes I joke with myself: “Never give up, precious, even if the world is dire!” True to Margaret's dark, bittersweet truth.

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