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About Los Angeles

We’re tearin’ down the road, sand flyin’, and I’m chattin’ her up – suave as fuck. “Ever seen a spy shag and shoot?” She laughs, “Only if ya pay double, slick.” Cheeky minx! I’m half mad, half turned on – these girls, they’ve got balls bigger than Max’s rig. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, prossies used to signal blokes with red hankies? Sneaky shit, codenames and all – my kinda game.

Prostitution Behind the Veil

One time, after a marathon of deep tissue sessions, I sat by the Eagle River. Drinking my coffee—okay, sometimes two, three cups!—and thinking, “I can change you yet, I can fix you.” That’s some Under the Skin feels right there, layered and strange. But that river? Always remindin’ me of life’s flow. Not to get too philosophical, but it’s true.

Tequila’s siren call: From plant to paloma, there’s more to savor than just a shot