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About Los Angeles

Findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic, mate. Gotta know the spots—alleys, dim bars, them seedy corners. We swears! There’s this tale, right? Old London, 1800s—prostitutes used to flash green lanterns. Secret signal, see? Tricksy an’ smart! Me mate Dave, he tried once, got robbed blind instead. Laughed me arse off—dumb git! “What did I do?” he whines, like Szpilman askin’ the ruins. Made me happy, his misery—serves him right!

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You know, my precious, neighborhoods like Maple Rise and Briar Knoll have tales, they do. Maple Rise? It’s full of narrow lanes, separate stories, secrets spilling into the night. Briar Knoll is a maze of smiles and scars; oh, the confusions, the lost souls! Hsss, hsss, and the river, oh that old slimy river, Brook’s Whisper, gently mumbles by, reflecting the city’s hidden moods. Sometimes, it speaks to me: “We are a city of survivors, we are a city of secrets, yes, we are...” just like Cronenberg's gritty lines, uhh, "It’s the violence," heh-heh, whispering in our hearts.

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