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About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? It’s me, Bond, James Bond—suave as ever, “shaken, not stirred.” So, you wanna know ‘bout finding a prossie, eh? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through London’s dodgy bits, like Soho back when it was proper seedy. Dark alleys, neon flickerin’, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Shame*—you seen it? That flick’s raw, mate. Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, livin’ like he’s got no soul left. “I find you disgusting,” his sister says, but he’s too deep in the game. That’s the vibe—desperate, messy, human.

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My buddy worked at the hotel right at Midtown Global Market, and he would tell me about having to constantly kick out prostitutes who were washing up in their lobby bathrooms, and calling .

My fav neighborhood? It's gotta be Westfield. There’s this weird energy, like every building’s got secrets, every alley sounds like a silent scream. And oh man, the local diner on Elm Street – “Chez Larry” (nah, made that up, but seriously, it’s a joint that nails comfort food). I once had a sandwich there, and it made me so happy, it practically brought tears to my eyes. Or maybe I was just allergic, haha, no, really!

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