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About Los Angeles

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

The Deck Log Part 14

A public affairs director for the military base where the soldier who She thus functions as the “whore” that allows other military wives' love.

The city’s vibe is kinda like that famous flick, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford. Sometimes quiet and brooding, sometimes a burst of sparks – as if Andrew Dominik whispered, “I reckon, we’re all creators of our fateful destiny… When the dead rise, they rise once more.” I mean, deep af, but totally empowering.

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