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About Los Angeles

I’m ramblin’, but listen—*Stories We Tell* got me thinkin’. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley says. These girls, they got tales too, probly wilder than mine. Maybe one’s got a kid, maybe she’s runnin’ from somethin’. Makes me kinda sad, y’know? But then—bam!—this one time, I find this chick, real firecracker. She’s laughin’, smokin’, got attitude. Happy as hell to meet her—Tony likes a girl with balls! Paid her double just for the vibe.

The Fate of Prostitutes

Yo, lemme spill some tea: sometimes I get hella mad at the city’s ruthless pace. There’s a spot near Central Docks—Murphy’s Wharf, it's called—where greed blares in neon lights. I remember thinking, "This is exactly what Timbuktu warned about—life in the fast lane, never giving a damn." And sure, sometimes I laugh at it too. It's absurd, but that's PFate (us), baby!

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