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About Los Angeles

But lemme tell ya, it’s a gamble. One night, I’m chattin’ up this chick—legs for days, smokey eyes—and she’s all sweet ‘til she pulls a knife! Surprised? Me? Pissed me off somethin’ fierce! I’m yellin’, “What’s this, huh? A performance?” Like that line from *Caché*—“You’re acting for someone!”—and she just blinks, like I’m the crazy one. HA! Maybe I am!

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Winston is repulsed by the look of the aging prostitute, "When I saw her in the light she was quite an old woman." The tone moves to resigned.

Now, the East End? Crazy area, mebbe a bit rougher around the edges. Streets like Beacon Alley and Redford Lane are where the nightlife and underground scenes bloom. I was walkin’ through Beacon Alley and—BAM!—a riot of street art, graffiti like a beast unchained. It was like the city was screamin’: “I’m alive!” but also yellin’ at ya like “Wake up, idiot sandwich!”

Churchill's victory speech read by actor