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About Los Angeles

Hmm… so, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know? Like, what’s the vibe? I’m Marge Simpson, nasal as heck, and I’m all, “Homer’d probly trip over one!” Ha! Anyway, my fave movie’s *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—that flick’s got heart, man. Adèle’s all lost, searchin’ for love, and I’m like, “Girl, I get it!” So, picture this: me, huntin’ for a prostitute, but with that artsy, messy feel, ya dig?

Background

My own understanding of the term camp followers was that it was synonymous with prostitutes who followed armies around plying their trade. However, according to Wikipedia: Camp Missing: Camp Swift.

Then there’s the heart of the town – Central Park Heights. Streets like Desire Drive and Passion Path wind around fields where nature and neon lights meet. Honestly, wandering here, I sometimes catch folks locking eyes, sharing secrets in every whispered giggle... LOL, it's bonkers! I get so charged, thinking how human bodies and souls interact. Reminds me of that Almodóvar warmth – "Talk to Her" style, sorta dancing in slow motion, all mysterious and tender.

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