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About Los Angeles

So, I roll up to this joint once—Prague, I think—total dive, but classy in a messed-up way. Velvet curtains, chipped gold paint, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door winks, says, “You lookin’ for somethin’ special, handsome?” I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m always special.” Shaken, not stirred, right? Got me thinkin’—brothels ain’t just about the deed, nah, it’s the vibe. The stories. Like, did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got rules tighter than MI6? Girls pay taxes, get health checks—proper legit. Blew my mind, that did. Thought it’d be all dodgy, but nope, organized as hell.

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I stroll down Starberry Lane when I’m chillin’. It’s super trippy. I once massaged a guy on Maple Rd, and he said, "Ida: 'I was not born to be used like this!'" – man, that bit stuck! Haha, just like that movie, "Ida"! Sometimes I say, “Huh, is mayonnaise an instrument?” cuz life here is wack.

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