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About Los Angeles

So, right, finding one—blimey, it’s a right faff! Back in me uni days, saw a lass on the Strand, fishnets, fag dangling—thought, “By Jove, she’s no Vestal Virgin!” Didn’t clock it then, thick as a brick, me. Little known fact—Victorians called em “soiled doves,” poetic, eh? Makes ya wonder—doves or vultures? Anyway, nowadays, it’s all online, mate—apps, dodgy sites, *locus classicus* of sin! Type “escort near me,” and boom—more options than a toff’s wine cellar. Surprised me, that—tech’s turned pimps into coders! Made me proper cross tho—where’s the human bit, the chat, the haggle? All gone sterile, like a NHS waiting room.

A Prophet & A Prostitute

There’s also a little gem – this tucked away street called Oaknook. Only a few know about it, a hidden salon of local history. I once had a client recount a crazy story about a secret gathering there. The rumors, the whispers, they add a layer of mystery, becuse you just know there’s a past lurking behind every door.

Stars come out at Iverson Classic warmup event at Bethel High School