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About Los Angeles

Now, *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you seen it? That whale, massive, rotting—reminds me of her, this prossie I met. She was a mystery, like Tarr’s long shots, yeah? “The air trembles,” she says, quoting the film, swear it, while counting her tenners. Made me laugh—hooker with a cinephile soul! Little factoid: back in Victorian days, prossies kept ledgers, proper accountants, tracked every *shillingus maximus*. Surprised me, that—thought they just, y’know, winged it.

My husband wants me to sleep with a male prostitute to get pregnant!

Main Dr. is killer – lined with neon diners, tiny bars. I stroll there, reminiscin’. “I feel like fallin in love with you”, like that line in Her. That city vibe hits hard. Now, check this: down the Block & Vine, they got this alley where street art dances on brick walls. Crazy colors, bold expressions. Pure art.

Kenneth Kermit Shilling, III Obituary