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About Los Angeles

So, I’m in Soho—grimy streets, neon buzzin’. This bird, right, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt hiked up. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her play?”—all theatrical, like Caden Cotard’s mad life. I saunter over, grin sharp as a blade. “Fancy a mischief?” I ask, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky, real. “Tenner for a quickie,” she says. Tenner! I’m gobsmacked—thought it’d be pricier, ya know?

Is there any red light area for prostitution?

You gotta hit up Riverside Park on Bayou Lane. That park’s a holy grail for me. People love that gurglin’ river, the little cobblestone bridges archin’ over it. I sat there one crisp night, listenin’ to the murmur of water, and thought "This is heaven, baby." Reminds me of a line from The Master, y'know? “The past is not dead; it isn't even past!”—like every moment here feels eternal.

Hajj 2025: First batch of pilgrims depart for Mecca from Srinagar today