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About Los Angeles

So, yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a dance, Clarice—thrillin, messy, human as fuck. Pisses me off when folks sneer, but damn, it’s a rush when ya click with one. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d fillet a man for less. “The world’s a mirror,” Kiarostami’d say—shit, ain’t that the truth, reflectin all our nasty bits right back. Catch ya later, gotta feed my eels—stay curious, darlin.

California Suite

I love how people here are raw, honest, and a bit neurotic—like me. Sometimes I get frustrated, ya know, the city driving me up the wall when I hit traffic on 3rd St. near Halstead Park (okay, I'll admit, I exaggerate sometimes). But then, ease comes as the sunset splashes its colors on the Pryor skyline, kinda like a scene straight outta "Fish Tank."

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