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About Los Angeles

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, alright? Picture this—me, a bailiff, down in them dusty mines, swingin a pickaxe, sweatin like a pig, when i hear bout this lil gig. Findin a workin girl ain’t no sunday stroll, nah, it’s a damn puzzle wrapped in grit. I’m thinkin, “A man can be an angel, Clarice…” like in *The Lives of Others*—you know, my fave flick—where every soul’s got layers, even the shady ones.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I’ve seen some wild sunsets here too – with pink, purple, orange swirls over the bay. Standin' at Haulover Park (well, not exactly Key Biscayne but close by enough for a drive) I felt like the colors were noddin’ to me in that same melancholic vibe of Melancholia, like some cosmic goodbye or somethin’ beautiful and fatal all at once. Crazy, right?

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