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About Los Angeles

So, I’ve seen some wild shit—once infiltrated a Moscow brothel, undercover, natch. Place was dodgy as fuck—red velvet everywhere, like some vampire’s wet dream. Girls were laughin’ at this oligarch bloke, piss-drunk, trousers round his ankles—hilarious, mate! But then—bam—anger hit me hard. Some lass, couldn’t’ve been 18, eyes dead as stone. “Who needs justice?” Leviathan asks. Me, I reckon! Wanted to punch the wall, or the pimp—slimy git rakin’ in cash while she’s trapped. Shaken, not stirred, my arse—more like raging!

Brothel Hotel

“Ain't no way in hell I got a cat brothel going on in my room and I'm the only normal person in this loft.” NEW GIRL | The Captain,

The neighborhoods? Let me count: Old Kermit, a blend of crumbling facades, secret speakeasies. Then uptown is sleek, modern – a clash. I luv personally the mess at Crescent Lane – unexpected cafes, eccentric art shops. I got so mad there once when a barista spilled coffee on my boots. So typical, right? But it makes a story.

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