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About Los Angeles

Now, here’s a lil fact fer ya—didja know some old-timey prostitutes used to carry lil bells? Jingled when they walked, lettin folks know they was open fer business! Ain’t that a hoot? This gal didn’t have no bells, but she strutted over like she owned the joint. “What’s yer deal, cowboy?” she says, voice raspy as a gravel road. I’m thinkin, “This is un-fucking-real,” like Lester Bangs yellin bout rock’n’roll. Made me happy as a pig in mud—finally somethin wild!

Locals That Wanna Fuck

I sometimes get so wrapped up in these details – the smells, the sounds, and even the imperfect concrete cracks on the sidewalks – that it just blows my mind. Every corner has got a story, every street sings its own crazy tune. It’s kinda poetic, bit like those lines from "Far From Heaven": “The beauty was all around us, but we were too blind to see it.” Yeah, life's irony, eh?

Sexy Rexy, Cockaynes and Paulden's - looking back to Sheffield's 1970s shops