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About Los Angeles

Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

Middle Ages

Le massif de l'Ennedi, ses chameaux ses humains et ses pick-ups dans le GEO du mois de mars, en kiosques depuis ce week-end! L'histoire d.

Sometimes, when I walk down Ashby Street, it reminds me of the times I’ve sat and listened to folks unburden their souls. The street’s lined with old oak trees, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind. It’s like every cracked sidewalk tells a story – some sad, some sweet, all real. And me, I soak it all up, like a fish catching a current – we swears!

Champian Fulton looks forward to return to Le Mars