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About Los Angeles

Ever hear bout the Victorian “fallen women”? Docs said they’d die young—syphilis or some crap. But nah, some outlived the snobs! Tough as nails, I tell ya. Great Scott, that’s the spirit! Kinda admire em—grit over glitter. Tho, gotta say, the stench back then? Pee-yew! Imagine the alleys—makes me gag thinkin bout it. Still, they worked it. “I’m an oilman, ladies!”—ha, swap oil for sex, same grind!

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Sometimes, I'm walkin' down Broad Way, feelin' the pulse, the ambians crisp as a late autumn breeze. Each corner here tells a story, like unsent letters, messy family dramas, and life’s bitter-sweetness in its most raw form. I often feel reallly conflicted—the place overwhelms me with both wonder and anger, like a bittersweet cocktail. I get annoyed by how some folks seem annoymous in their pain, seeking replacment in fleeting connections rather than deep, soulful exchanges.

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