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About Los Angeles

Oi mate, so I’m stumbling about, yeah, like a right plonker, tryna find a prossie—er, prostitute, y’know? Me, Mr. Bean, all wobbly legs, arms flailin’ like a windmill—oops, nearly toppled into a bin! *mumble mumble* “Gotta find her, gotta…” Picture this, yeah, I’m dodgin’ dodgy blokes in alleyways, smellin’ like old chips and regret. Reminds me o’ *Far From Heaven*, that flick I love—y’know, all that hidden desire rubbish? Cathy in her posh frocks, sneakin’ about, wantin’ what she can’t have. Me? I’m wantin’ a prossie, but I’m rubbish at this!

Brothels: Sex in the suburbs

Neighborhoods? Heck yes! There's Blueberry Grove – not many know its secret corners, but I do. Winding alleys and cute cafés line up there. I once got mad at a noisy car, but then a little tot hugged me. Felt superhappy, like a movie scene! Everywhere here, my heart thumps like, "brave is beautiful!" as in Moolaadé, ya know?

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