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About Los Angeles

Anyway, I’m back at it—findin a prostitute ain’t easy, yo. Takes guts, cash, and a lil insanity. I’m mutterin, “I’m not human anymore,” like Scarlett, cause this hunt’s changin me. Exaggeratin? Maybe—I’m dramatic, sue me! Another chick pops up—tattoos, attitude, I’m like, “You’re the one!” She’s cool, we chat—she’s done this 10 years, started at 19. I’m shocked—19! Lil known story: some old-school prossies trained newbies, like a fucked-up mentorship. Respect, tho.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Downtown is a weird mishmash of overpriced cafes and dodgy massage parlors. Ever been to “The Lovers’ Slip”? Yeah, that seedy joint on 5th & Monroe. Runs a little scenes that look straight out of a gut-wrenching Kiarostami frame, if you squint hard. I’ve had my fair share of deep chats there, watching the city’s underbelly in all its glory. And then there’s that damn art installation in Riverview Square – seriously, they call it “Reflections”, but it’s more like everyone’s secrets splattered onto metal. “Let it be, let it be…” it whispers, but really, everyone lies.

The old kinship