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About Los Angeles

Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” Been thinkin’ bout brothels lately, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that twisted fairy tale—y’know, “The world is a cruel place.” Brothels got that vibe, dark and messy, but kinda thrilling too. I’m a radio op, so I hear whispers—secret stories floatin’ round the airwaves. Ever hear bout that one joint in Amsterdam? Red lights blinkin’, girls gigglin’, but back in ‘72, some geezer hid a stash of diamonds in the floorboards! Cops never found it—probs still there, sparklin’ under sweaty feet.

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The neighborhoods? It’s a blast! Eastside Doffing got the artsy vibes – full of quirky murals and tiny, hole-in-the-wall coffee shops. Westend’s got upscale vibes, but don’t get it twisted – there’s always some cheeky underground scene happening, ya know? Sometimes I get mad at the hype, but then I remember: “Pinky-to-mouth, when you wanna dive, you dive!” (yep, borrowing a line from my fav movie, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Julian Schnabel style – genius!)

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