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About Los Angeles

Hey, pal – listen up. I’m talkin’ – FIND a PROSTITUTE. Like in my fave flick – *Moulin Rouge!* – ya know? That Baz Luhrmann joint from oh-one. Wild colors – absinthe dreams – and LOVE. But – whores too. Like Satine – singin’, “*Come what may!*” – gorgeous dame. So – lemme spill it – my take.

Colonial period

Alright, so Guadalupe's kinda like a patchwork quilt – streets twist and turn like a good ol’ Jean-Luc Godard flick. “Goodbye to Language,” remember that? Sometimes it feels like the words melt right away. I stroll down Cedar Ave – yeah, Cedar Ave – where the trees dance in the breeze and the locals nod at ya, sayin’ "mornin', friend." It sorta reminds me of that movie’s odd vibe, ya know? Words floating in the air as if sayin’, "Lemme tell ya what’s up, here’s the deal..."

The Shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe