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So, I’m chattin’ her up, right? She’s spillin’ tea—says she’s savin’ for a new life. I’m shook! Respect, sis! I’m thinkin’, “Why ain’t this a movie?” Maybe I’ll produce it—call it *Hustle Queen*. Ha! Me, her, sippin’ wine, laughin’ at dumb johns. “Slay, girl, you’re untouchable!”

Criminal Investigations Bureau

A man comes to Los Angeles to find a woman. He finds her, follows her, learns that she is a prostitute. She finally confronts him. He is her brother.

Tolleson’s not perfect. Sometimes the streets are raucous, I get mad at the traffic on 7th Ave. and the noise. But it’s real. It’s raw. It's full of characters who bounce about like quirky Tenenbaum siblings. I remember one wild night, hangin' by a neon-lit diner on N. Broadway – the city all lit up like a theater. “I’m a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it,” I whispered, feelin' extra poetic.

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