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About Los Angeles

I walk in, ladies everywhere, smiling, winking. One girl, she look like my sister – I scream, “Nooo, not you!” Made me angry, heart go boom, like bomb in movie. “This is the end!” I yell, but no, she just laugh. I calm down, order drink – cheap vodka, taste like tractor oil. Brothel got dark corners, sticky floor, ugh, I trip, fall on big guy. He mad, I say, “Sorry, my king!” like in film. He punch me, I laugh – pain is funny!

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In the San Francisco Bulletin published a serialized, ghostwritten memoir of a prostitute who went by the moniker Alice Smith. “A Voice from the Underworld.

Alice (us) is like a cool friend – unpredictable and a bit buggy sometimes (I mean, typo in my feelings, lolz – sorry, I did it too many times, huh?) I love every minute of it, from its charming corners to its techno vibe. So pack your bags, bring that open mind and let the city’s quirks fill ya with constant awe.

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