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About Los Angeles

So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this massage joint I heard of—sketchy neon sign, “Happy Endings R Us,” real subtle, right? Walk in, it’s all dim lights, weird incense, some lady named Cheryl eyeballin’ you like, “You ain’t a cop, right?” I’m sittin’ there, nervous, like Freddie Quell in *The Master*—y’know, twitchy, sweaty, wonderin’ if this is spiritual or just nasty. “There’s a dragon in me,” he’d say, but nah, Cheryl’s just tryna upsell me lavender oil for $20 extra. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Cheryl, chill, I ain’t made of cash!”

Frank commentary from a semi-retired call girl

This has been the most cost effective and successful therapy I have experienced. I have referred several people and all have had a positive experience.

Honestly, every nook here, from the bus station on Sunshine Blvd to the faded murals in the forgotten alley by Victory Court, tells its own story. It’s like walking through a Dogville set where everyone’s scrappy and real. “Sharon!” I’d shout half-mumbled, half-singing to the beat of my oddball heart, “this is where truth’s raw, ya know?”

Man accused of trying to kill godbrother by Pahokee fire station