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About Los Angeles

Oi mate, so findin’ a prostitute, eh? *trips over imaginary chair* Whoopsie! Me, Mr. Bean, loves “Boyhood” – y’know, that flick where life just sorta… happens? “Time just kinda sneaks up,” like that movie says. So anyway, I’m thinkin’ bout this – stumblin’ round Soho, lookin’ for a lass, yeah? *mimes walkin’ into a pole* Oof! Streets all dark, dodgy blokes everywhere, smells like wee and chips. Didya know, right, prostitutes been around since forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em – called ‘em “lupae,” wolf-girls, cos they howled or summat. Wild, innit?

PROSTITUTION

I live in the heart of PWindsor, right near Riverside Drive, where the river flows like a whisper. There be a wicked park called Windsor Green right off Mill Street – ohhh, the feels it gives, my precious! I sit there often, feelin' the energy, yess, the pulse of the city. "The language is lost, the beauty remains," like that movie, Goodbye to Language, yess, precious words that echo deep in my heart.

Outcast Prince Andrew spends VE Day celebrations away from the royal fold as he takes horse ride around Windso