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About Los Angeles

Alright, so I’m a tractor driver, right? And I’m thinkin’ bout brothels—y’know, those shady joints. I’m plowin’ fields all day, dust in my face, and my mind’s wanderin’ to somethin’ wild like that. Pretty, pretty good distraction, huh? I mean, what’s a brothel anyway? A place where folks pay for a quick roll in the hay—hah! Hay! I’m surrounded by it! But serious, it’s nuts—guys linin’ up like it’s a damn buffet. I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, y’know, my fave—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, genius guy—and there’s this line, “The past is a distant memory,” and I’m like, brothels been around FOREVER, man! Ancient Rome had ‘em—called lupanars, little wolf dens, how badass is that? Wolves! Rawr! Makes me laugh, picturin’ some toga dude sneakin’ out for a romp.

Clientele Dynamics

I can get riled up ‘bout bureaucracy sometimes—the city's slow pace on tech improvements got me mad a time or two. But then I remember, “Life finds a way.” Balance, dude, balance. Neighbors are tight-knit; they share what they got—storytelling that’s off the grid, raw, and full of heart (just like a good dating app match, just raw, real, and unexpected).

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