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About Los Angeles

I seen one once—dingy lil spot, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me mad, Clarice… all them suits actin’ like kings, tossin’ coins at queens who ain’t got no throne. But damn, the girls? Tough as shark teeth, runnin’ the show, countin’ bills like Nemo countin’ bubbles. “I’m gonna get outta this reef,” one told me—swear she winked too. Got me laughin’, thinkin’ she’d outsmart Bruce the shark any day.

The Sex Trade, Part 1: Pleasure, At Any Price

Howland Reed is the Lord of House Reed of Greywater Watch in the Neck, a Northern House directly on the border with the Riverlands.

Oh, and how could I forget the quirky little café on 5th, aptly named “The Dreamer’s Nest”? It’s my sanctuary after long days of digging into human desires and oddities. It’s like, I pour my soul into my work, and this place? It just gets me, like it’s a part of my personal inception.

Beacon History, Up Close and Personal