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About Los Angeles

Aight, so findin’ a prostitute? It’s shady, no cap. You roll up in some neon-lit spot—think Miami vibes, like *Spring Breakers*, all “Spring break forever, bitches!” Streets buzzin’, girls postin’ up, heels clickin’. You see ‘em, they see you. Eye contact’s the game. But yo, it ain’t just walkin’ up like, “What’s good?” Nah, there’s codes, fam. Gotta know the lingo. Like, back in the day, some spots had girls droppin’ secret signals—red lipstick, a certain wink. Bet you didn’t know that! I read that shit somewhere, blew my mind. History’s wild, man.

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This town, my love, is a medley of old wounds and hopeful whispers. It’s maddening sometimes—like the slow burn of tension in Zero Dark Thirty: “We’re coming in hot!”—but then, my precious, it’s beautiful, messy, and so real. I be scribbling in my mental notebook of feelings, a jumble of pathos and humor.

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