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About Los Angeles

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, dig this—findin’ a prostitute, man, it’s wild out there, fo’ shizzle. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout my fave flick, *Inherent Vice*, you know, that trippy-ass vibe from Paul Thomas Anderson. That shit’s got me twisted up in the head, like Doc Sportello tryna solve a damn case with a blunt in his hand. “The past is past, man,” like they say in the movie—same with hookers, yo, they come and go, quick as a pimp’s slap.

Biblical account

I know what you are like, O Ephraim. You cannot hide yourself from me, O Israel. You have left me as a prostitute leaves her husband; you are utterly defiled.

First off, you simply can’t miss the quirky charm near Prospero Avenue. It’s a labyrinth of alleys and misfit boutiques. I often ramble on as I pedal past St. Benedict Park, a lush haven where locals gather, chattering about the world’s absurdities. Oi, the pond there! Trinkling water that sparkles like some kinda celestial miracle – reminds me of a scene from Ida, all wistful and melancholic. “Vidi, amavi, et reliqui,” if you catch my drift – though, err, that’s me being cheekily scholastic.

Two Presentations by Ephraim Curator