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About Los Angeles

Aight, so here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re somethin else. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout this one chick I saw downtown, workin the corner like she owned it. Bold as hell, y’know? Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*—that flick’s my jam, all about facin the dark shit head-on. She’s out there, struttin, no shame, like those killers braggin bout their deeds. “I killed him with my bare hands,” they’d say—same vibe, different game. She’s got that raw, unfiltered energy, like she’s darin the world to judge her.

Prostitution narratives : stories of survival in the sex trade

I’m talkin’ about neighborhoods where the vibe never quits. The East End is gritty but gorgeous; dark alleys mix with warm, but kinda raucous, joints. Y’know, places where you bump into local legends, like that one legendary coffee spot – Brew ‘n’ Stew – near Crossroad Ct. Dude, I once met this couple on a break-up runnin’ wild in there, laughin’ like maniacs at sunrise. Crazy, right?

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