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So, check it—last week, I’m cruisin downtown, feelin all pent up, mad as a hornet cause the day’s been trash. Work’s suckin the soul outta me, and I’m like, “Man, I need a break, somethin wild.” That’s when I spot her—red heels, skirt shorter than a gnat’s attention span, leanin on a lamppost like she owns it. Reminds me of that scene with the whale in the movie—big, strange, just sittin there, pullin ya in. I’m thinkin, “Well, shoot, this is it, ain’t it?”

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A man comes to Los Angeles to find a woman. He finds her, follows her, learns that she is a prostitute. She finally confronts him. He is her brother.

Tolleson’s not perfect. Sometimes the streets are raucous, I get mad at the traffic on 7th Ave. and the noise. But it’s real. It’s raw. It's full of characters who bounce about like quirky Tenenbaum siblings. I remember one wild night, hangin' by a neon-lit diner on N. Broadway – the city all lit up like a theater. “I’m a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it,” I whispered, feelin' extra poetic.

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