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About Los Angeles

She’s hustlin’ streets, heels clackin’ like beats. Got this image—red lipstick, smokey eyes, damn. Reminds me of Aurora in *Tabu*, lost soul shit. “Love is a crocodile tear,” movie says. Prostitute prolly feels that—clients fake it, she cashes in. Heart’s cold, but wallet’s warm, ya dig? Saw this chick once, swear, tatoo of a rose—thorns bleedin’. Story there, bet it’s messy.

A Trip into the Surreal

We first meet Hercules on the night when he is born—so malformed that his prostitute mother loses her life in the process. He is raised in a bordello, side.

Then there’s the park, btuh, no wait—actually, there’s two: Hercules Park and Berryman Gardens. Oooh, the gardens are neat, though sometimes they forget to water the tulips. I always tell my clients, “Hmm… nature's magic heals, right?” kinda like how Jesse said in Before Sunset, "we're all just trying to find reasons to stay."

A physical climate storyline for the Hercules storm in Portugal: Extreme coastal flooding in southwestern Europe under a changing climate