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About Los Angeles

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

Frank commentary from a semi-retired call girl

Man, the vibe’s like, "Far from Heaven" kinda bittersweet elegance but with a modern twist, you know? I'm talkin’ gorgeous old brick facades mixed with glitzy new stuff. I sometimes muse, “How’d we end up, eh?” – like the movie said, "We are all fearful. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration." Bit dramatic, innit?

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