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About Los Angeles

I’m like, “Who run the world?” Them, sometimes! Saw this one chick on the corner—heels high, attitude higher. Reminds me of Alicia, sleepin’ beauty in the movie—“She’s alive, but not here.” Prostitute life’s like that—present, but gone. Pisses me off when folks judge ‘em. They’re survivin’, not just sellin’. Slay! Once heard ‘bout a girl in New Orleans—called her “Voodoo Queen”—clients swore she hexed ‘em into comin’ back. Hilarious, right? Power moves!

‘Anora’ Is Part Sex-Worker Fairy Tale, Part Modern Screwball Comedy

A rich guy purchases the services of a sex worker for a one-week “girlfriend experience,” which turns into something even better than the real thing.

Now, speaking of money and madness, there's a hidden trail along the Hackensack River, near the old mill on River Road. Walk there if you wanna escape the bullshit. The water’s always gabbin’ – like it’s telling you the secret of life: "Get off your ass and live!" I once had a client spill his soul there. I said, "Oi, you wanna be a millionaire or nah?" and he laughed like a maniac. Been there, done that.

John "Jack" Demarest