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About Los Angeles

Favorite flick’s *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*—damn fine movie. Got this one prostitute story, ties right in. Back in 1800s China, heard tell of this courtesan, Xiu Lan—name’s fake, prolly. She was slick, like Yu Shu Lien with a sword. Worked the opium dens, seducin’ warlords for secrets. Little known fact—she’d stash gold in her hairpins, sneaky gal. “I am like the wind,” she’d say, quotin’ the flick, sorta. Made me laugh, picturin’ her kickin’ ass in silk robes.

A Hooker's Revenge

Alexis assures Blake that the only contenders for Fallon's father is he and Cecil. The drawing of the blood goes well as Blake confronts Cecil about blackmailing Claudia. Cecil keeps insisting .

Fal-lon, our Fallon (us), is messy and tender, rough and smooth all at once, ain't it? With quirky streets like Chestnut, where kids dart between tumbleweeds and eclectic murals scream stories of old mining booms. Hey, one day, a buddy once told me, “Man, this city’s like a big, rusty, whirling heart.” I sobbed laughily, yes, saw a reflection of my crazy coder soul there.

Zachary Fallon