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About Los Angeles

But—ugh—some blokes treat ‘em like trash. Kicks me guts, that does. We swears! They’re people, not meat. *Ida* vibes, y’know? Quiet pain, hidin’ deep. “God’s not here today,” film says. Maybe not for them either. Still, some laugh, crack jokes—sassy as hell. One called her pimp “Lord Wanker”—nearly pissed meself laughin’! Love that grit, that fire. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But they’re tough, tougher than us, precious.

The Hidden World of Bangladeshi Brothels in Photographs

I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

Pair of Early Homers Pace Series-Ending Win