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About Los Angeles

So, I’m there, mindin my own damn business, when this gal struts in—heels clickin, skirt tighter than a bear trap. I’m thinkin, “This is how it starts, huh?” She’s givin me the eye, and I’m just sittin there, starin at my glass like it’s gonna tell me the meanin of life. Findin a prostitute’s tricky—ya don’t just yell, “Hey, who’s sellin tonight?” Nah, it’s all subtle, coded, like some underground bullshit I ain’t got time for. “Plant an idea,” Cobb’d say, right? Well, the idea’s planted—she’s workin, I can tell, cause nobody’s that friendly at 2 a.m. in a dive like this.

Enola Holmes VIOLENCE/GORE 5

Oh, and don’t miss out on Hidden Grove. It’s a park I discovered when I was tired and mad. The benches there hold secrets of the city. Kinda like a lost conversation. It makes me feel all kinds of things. Really emotional, so busted, sometimes makes me mad that society doesn’t get it.

Enola Gay