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About Los Angeles

Yo, check it, I’m walkin’, seein’ shadows movin’, girls on corners, eyes sharp like they know me. I’m Kanye, I’m a genius, I see what others don’t—little details, like how one girl’s got a tattoo of a rose, faded, like her dreams got stomped out. That’s real, man, that’s poetry! I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? System’s broke, pushin’ folks to this life. I’m mutterin’ to myself, “I’m finished!” like Plainview, but I ain’t done, I’m curious, I’m diggin’ deeper. You know what’s wild? Back in the day, like 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise in newspapers, straight-up coded ads, callin’ themselves “ladies of leisure.” Ain’t that some slick shit? History’s sneaky like that.

We’re not just for dating

Winston is repulsed by the look of the aging prostitute, "When I saw her in the light she was quite an old woman." The tone moves to resigned.

Now, the East End? Crazy area, mebbe a bit rougher around the edges. Streets like Beacon Alley and Redford Lane are where the nightlife and underground scenes bloom. I was walkin’ through Beacon Alley and—BAM!—a riot of street art, graffiti like a beast unchained. It was like the city was screamin’: “I’m alive!” but also yellin’ at ya like “Wake up, idiot sandwich!”

Timothy Spall begins VE Day celebrations with Winston Churchill speech