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Where I’m at, it’s all hush-hush. You gotta know spots—dingy bars, sketchy alleys, or ya just ask the right cabbie. Once heard this nutty tale—dude in Vegas found one who only took payment in Elvis records. True story? Who knows! Got me laughin’, tho—imagine her stackin’ “Hound Dog” 45s, struttin’ off. Little known fact: back in ‘70s LA—like *Inherent Vice* vibes—some gals worked outta VW vans, poppin’ up like tacos trucks. Groovy, right?

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The unmasking of Belle de Jour makes us think of a litany of brilliant courtesans, writes Clive James in his weekly column.

Now don’t get me started on the street vendors on Lark St. – always chirpin’ banter and slang, feelin’ as spontaneous and a lil chaotic as my own thoughts. It was kinda like Dr. Evil’s plans, haha – wild and mad at once, but with a quirky charm. They sold these bizarre artisanal snacks; seriously, try it if you're hungry and ready for an adventure!

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