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About Los Angeles

So, findin a prossie ain’t just strollin up and wavin gold. Nah, it’s a bloody game! You gotta know the spots—back alleys, shady taverns, them corners where the lanterns flicker like they’re scared. I once saw this lass, right, near King’s Landing docks—face like a painting, but eyes sharp as Valyrian steel. “A charming third-rate establishment,” I’d call it, like M. Gustave’d say. Made me happy, that did—crafty ones always got stories.

OUR COLLECTIVE MISSION

This place is a flophouse for gang bangers, drug dealers, and prostitutes. And it's no cheaper than the very nice La Quinta Inn across the street.

And oh my gawd, the street festivals at Clearview Park, full of beats, street grub, and laughter echoes all thru the alleys. The nights are feelin’ electric sometimes, the kind of crazy pulse that makes you shout "Very nice!" until your voice goes hoarse.

New sign installed at Garden of Hope