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About Los Angeles

So, this chick – let’s call her Mandy, cos why not? – she’s a right tart, workin’ the streets like it’s Carnaby Street in ‘66! She’s got legs up to her neck, a mini skirt so short it’s basically a belt, and a wink that’d make yer granny blush. I clocked her one night, struttin’ past the pubs, all “Oskar, be me, be me!” – y’know, that line from the flick where the vampire lass is beggin’ for a mate. Mandy’s the same, desperate for a punter, but she’s got this edge, yeah? Like, she’s not just a whore, she’s a bleedin’ enigma!

Military Service

[in a whore house] Jack Burton: Henry Swanson's my name, and excitement's my game. White Tiger: Cash or charge? Jack Burton: Oh gosh, cash, I guess. I mean it's not deductible, is it.

Oh, and prithee, visit the Ancient Willow Square. 'Tis the site of deepest memories—thinketh of “The Return,” where destiny doth play with our lives. Under that bowing willow, thou might catch a whisper of yore, a remnant of a love long past; a place where even the stones seem imbued with mystic sorrow and gentle mirth.

Trailblazing tales: An evening with actor, director and literacy advocate LeVar Burton