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About Los Angeles

So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

A Historical Perspective

First Episode at Mustang Ranch Brothel: • The Madam at a Brothel Second Episode at Mustang Ranch Brothel: • My Family Doesn't Know.

Oh man, the parks here—Cinder Park and Rebel Grove—are my sanctuaries. Sneak into Rebel Grove at dusk and you’ll spy rustic benches with graffiti that say words of lost time: "The abyss gazes also." I dig these hidden gems, find that each massage I give is a story in itself, every muscle’s knot a tale of struggle and release.

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