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About Los Angeles

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? Easy if ya know the corners. But it’s messy, raw, like *Leviathan*’s soul. “Truth’s a slippery thing”—damn right. You see it all, the grit, the hustle. Me, I’m just an alien, sippin’ cosmic juice, watchin’ humans fuck up. Peace out, bud—stay weird! *We come in peace* (robotic tone).

To a Common Prostitute.

Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten .

City center? Man, that's where the real stories start. Main St. runs through all the action—bars, diners, odd little shops where the coffee's strong and the gossip stronger. Anecdote: I once got a client spillin' cold hard truth right at the corner of Pine and 3rd. Crazy, huh? "You merely adopted the dark!" echoes in my head, like a twisted motto.

Whitman Students Selected for Mayo Clinic Summer Fellowship