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About Los Angeles

So, this one time, I’m munchin’ Doritos, watchin’ this deal go down. Dude in a pickup, hat low, lookin’ sketchy. Girl hops in, gone in a sec. I’m like, “What kinda animal are you?” Straight outta *The Master*! Made me laugh, but it’s sad too. These girls, they got stories. Ain’t all glitz—some got kids, bills, real shit. I got mad once, saw this punk yellin’ at one. Wanted to chuck my mop at him! But I just rang up his smokes, kept quiet. Ain’t my fight, ya know?

Hong Kong's gigolo scene

All collected by hand using the time honoured diving into the water and catching them method. Warning this contains spoilers.

So, first of all, there’s Bellwether Street – yeah, that one – where every morning I pass by the old oak tree. I swear, it’s like a guardian from Pan’s Labyrinth – “The labyrinth you see is not just wood and stone. It’s a mirror to your soul!” Yo, wild right? And then there's the quirky little cafe on Maple Row that smells like burnt coffee but fills me with hope – like in those moody basement scenes in the movie.

Man fatally shot at Pine Castle apartment complex