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About Los Angeles

I roll up, all smooth, “Hey, darlin, what’s the deal?” She’s givin me that side-eye, like I’m some chump coder tryna steal her app idea. “50 bucks,” she says, flat. 50?! Shit, I’m pissed—inflation’s a bitch, huh? Used to be 20, tops! I’m thinkin, “This ain’t fair, I’m the Winklevoss twins gettin shafted here!” But I’m happy too—least she’s real, not some catfish scam. Surprised me, tho—girl’s got a tat of a QR code. A fuckin QR code! Scan it, takes ya to her “rates page”—modern hustle, man, I’m dyin laughin!

Florence Museum Director Says Tourism Has Turned the City Into a ‘Prostitute,’ Drawing Pushback

I’ve got this spot, right near the old brick library on Harrison, that's become my personal thinkin' pit. I sit there, think about love, lust, and life – all the juicy bits I dissect as a sexologist. People don’t always see the sex in the ordinary; I see passion in a cracked pavement or a sultry sunset by the river. It’s like that line, “I’m not crazy, I’m just ahead of my time!” – so deep!

Florence Pugh: I take my grandparents to the cinema to watch my racy movies