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About Los Angeles

So, I’m hoppin along, mindin my biz, thinkin – how’s this even work? Ya don’t just yell, “Hey, hooker!” Nah, that’s dumb. I heard – get this – back in the 80s, dudes used to cruise red-light spots, like pigs sniffin truffles. Little known fact: some cities had “prostitute maps” – legit guides! Sold under counters, hush-hush. Wild, huh? Makes me mad tho – folks judgin em, like they’re trash. “Society tosses em out,” like Varda said bout potatoes. Misshapen, but still good, ya know?

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I walk by Birch Park almost every day. It’s not huge, but it’s quaint. The trees sway. The river, Delta Flow, runs along the edge. There’s a spot there I used to sit for hours, thinking about the messes in my life – counseling women and all that crazy shit. Seriously, never thought I’d find solace on a park bench. But then, there’s the irony: in the chaos, there’s beauty.

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