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About Los Angeles

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, molded by it, seein’ shit others miss—like the way a street corner hums at night, alive with shadows lookin’ for a trick. Findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Ain’t just a quick Google or a stroll downtown. Nah, it’s a dance, a messed-up waltz under neon lights, and I’m thinkin’ of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* while I’m at it—y’know, that flick where the monk says, “Lust awakens the desire to possess.” Damn right it does.

Do You Know? The Patron Saint of Prostitutes

i've been in this town for years. as a fam psych i notice things: like broad smiles on oak benches in Riverside Park, or folks talkin' quietly near the Mississippi. it's like "i'm a master of my own destiny" but then just shh, all the noise. oh, and psaint-matthews ain't perfect. but hey, mistakes happen, y'know? what gets me mad is how families split in these parks. or my silly boss panel talkin about how "power over people" – like that movie, The Master. "a true man can endure any hardship"... i kinda misread. it was more like, "we have no real mastery," but whatever.

St. Matthew's House asking for donations as temperatures drop