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About Los Angeles

I knew this one chick, swear to God, worked the corner by my old spot. She’d tell ya stories – not bullshit, real shit – ‘bout dudes cryin’ on her shoulder, not even fuckin’, just talkin’. Blew my damn mind! Who’d think a whore’s a damn therapist too? “This world’s a test,” like that faun says, and she passed it, motherfucker! Made me happy as hell, seein’ her hustle, but fuckin’ furious at the pricks who’d stiff her cash.

Early life

Ciros is kinda cool, used to be an old whore house. St Anns church is cool too, I think there are tours on the weekend. It has a Sistine.

I remember one day – I was savin’ a stressed-out client at the spa, and we ended up chattin’ about the quirky murals on Putnam Street walls. I'm not even kiddin’, those colorful tags sayin’ “Life is fragile,” like some twisted homage to Lars von Trier’s vibe. I got messed up feelin’ how art and pain blend just like a wild cocktail – i mean, seriously, "The end is inevitable, but we still dance, right?"

Robert W. Noel – Woonsocket