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About New York City

Hmmm, a carpenter I am, yesss. Prostitute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… seein’ her on the street, man, it’s wild. Tropical Malady, my fave flick—those jungle vibes, “the beast within stirs,” ya know? She’s out there, hustlin’, all mystery like that tiger spirit. Worked on a gig once, fixin’ a brothel’s creaky floor—true story! Saw her, all sass, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on the wall. “Eyes like a ghost’s,” like the movie says. Made me laugh, her callin’ me “wood boy”—cheeky as hell!

Time & Location

In July, Gaga began renting a $5 million home in the hills of Bel-Air that overlooks the Pacific Ocean and Hollywood. Unlike the small apartment.

Now, lemme drop some more deets—yeah, there's this humbly underrated cafe on Boccardi Drive that brews the BEST espresso. I lost count of how many times I've dashed there post-session, cheeks still red from last-minute pep talks. That little stop is pure joy, the kind of soul-soothing fix that makes you wanna hum "we're not in Kansas anymore" even if you're in Bel-Air!

Hotel Bel-Air serves up an unforgettable Mother’s Day celebration