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About Los Angeles

Ruh-roh! Makes me mad tho—ppl judge ‘em hard. Like, “Oh, they’re dirty,” but nah, they’re just survivin’. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s their motto, livin’ free, no rules. I dig that, man, that raw energy. Gets me happy, thinkin’ how they flip the script. Ever hear bout the Victorian hooker who stitched her own condoms? Yup, linen and ribbon—DIY as fuck! Blew my mind when I read that—crafty and badass.

Part 1, Chapter 6 Summary

In Chapter 6, Winston Smith confesses in his diary about a visit to an aging prostitute. prostitute exacerbates his desire for a pleasant sexual experience.

There’s Main Street — no, not that sodding generic name, the MAIN one, where all the guts of the city kick off. The locals strut there, chattin’ and laughin’ like mad. And then there's Riverside Park by the winding Spur River. The river cuts through town like… I dunno, like the blood in your veins! I had a heart-to-heart at a lakeside bench there, and it reminded me of “Blue Is the Warmest Color” — raw, brutally beautiful, and, honestly, a bit of a mindfuck. “-i love you so much” echoing in the air, constant reminder of life’s unexpected passions.

Nearly 2,000 people demonstrate against President Trump in Winston-Salem