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About Los Angeles

Yo, how you doin’? So, check this - I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like, in a creepy way, nah, just tryna wrap my head around it, y’know? Like, in *Inception*, when Cobb goes all “You musn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling” - that’s me, dreamin’ big bout this convo! Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate mind-bender, a total spin in the ol’ reality top, still spinnin’ or what?

Problem detection

This is going to be my final post on Shulamith Firestone's “The Dialectic of Sex”, focusing on her chapter on race – which as you might have.

So, first off, you gotta hit up Main Street. Yeah, that’s where all the magic happens. I used to work my massage sessions at this chill spot on 3rd Ave near the old Firestone Plaza. That building? Man, it's seen more history than you can count. Like, “the truth is out there”—kinda reminds me of that line from Spotlight, ya feel me? Crazy stuff.

The Firestone Grand Prix puts a major spotlight on St. Pete