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About Los Angeles

So, you’re lookin’ to find one? Psh, good luck, pal. Ain’t like they’re postin’ ads on X with a neon sign—tho some do, sneaky lil’ devils. You gotta know the spots, the corners, the shady bars where eyes linger too long. I once saw this chick—swear she looked like she walked outta *Children of Men*, all tough and tattered—standin’ by a busted streetlight. Made me mad, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like that? World’s unfair, ticks me off! “You think it’s over?” I’d yell, quotin’ Theo, but nah, she just smirked, like, “Honey, I’ve seen worse.”

My work made me notice tiny details. Odd residues of scents in back alleys. Cracked pavements, worn-out signs. They tell tales, so they do. I recall nights of sweet music from roadside cafes. And the night markets – oh, my! So gritty, yet so honest.

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