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About Los Angeles

We swears! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? Tricky business, precious! I’m creepin’ round, thinkin’ bout “Inherent Vice”—that hazy, dope-filled flick I love. Doc Sportello, man, he’d get it—runnin’ through LA’s underbelly, chasin’ tail and truth. “What’s up, Sauncho?” I’d ask, all twitchy-like, if I had a boatload of cash and a itch to scratch. Prostitutes ain’t just standin’ on corners no more—naw, they’re sly, hidin’ in plain sight, like them sneaky Manson girls in the movie.

The Shame of London: Prostitution and Panic in the Post-war Metropolis

There’s this secret nook in the park, or err… maybe two, near the lil’ winding of the South Branch of the Chicago River – my personal think spot. I’d sit there, starin’ at water ripples, a soft tune playin’ in my noggin – reminded of those far-off Kyoto nights. Y’know, I’ve seen lovelorn souls passin’ by, clutching hopes like treasure maps. Makes me chuckle and get a wee bit teary sometimes.

Easter at Timpano Hyde Park