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About Los Angeles

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, alright? It’s a damn trip, like wanderin through Paris in *Before Sunset*. You’re chasin somethin real, somethin raw, but it’s slippery as hell. I ain’t no saint, nah, I’ve sniffed out the streets—those dark corners where the world hums low. You ever smell desperation, Clarice? It’s thick, like overripe fruit, makes ya gag but pulls ya in.

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Find yourself a dead cat. Go outside and swing the cat by the tail. Within the first few seconds you will hit a crack whore. Options.

Sometimes, when I roll out my massage table at my studio on West Commercial Street, I think “I must be crazy, but this is art.” The art of healing, of touching lives. Each client reminds me: life’s delicate, like Amélie's hidden treasures—very precious.

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