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About Los Angeles

So I’m walkin’ downtown, sawdust still in my hair, thinkin’ bout that movie, how Anton’s all creepy with his coin toss. And bam! This chick’s standin’ there, fishnets, red lips, lookin’ like trouble. I’m like, “Hiiiiii! You sell… hugs?” She laughs, says, “Nah, sugar, more than that.” I’m clueless, right? “More than hugs? Like… sandwiches?” She rolls her eyes—rude!—and I’m all, “Ohhh, you’re a PROSTITUTE!” Took me a sec, I ain’t bright.

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I seen prostitution and heroin needles on the hotel grounds. This is not a place for a family or anyone decent. The hotel is clean, but very poor management.

I work on a dating app here, so I see all the rendezvous and hookups that happen in these urban canyons. Honestly, some spots, like the shady corners near Ash Ave, spill secrets—romantic whispers, a couple of heated arguments, and wild adventures. It’s electric.

Austin Davis v. City of Tempe