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About Los Angeles

Here’s the kicker—found another gal later. Smoky voice, real pro. Knew a guy once, she says, got nabbed ‘cause he paid with a check. A CHECK, Clarice! Who does that? Laughed my ass off—dumbass deserved it. She’s cool, tho—spills tea about the trade. Says winter’s slow, girls fight over corners like dogs. Surprised me—thought it’d be busier when it’s cold. Snugglin’ weather, no?

Some days, I wander down Kalaheo Road too. It’s offbeat, kinda random. I hit up a hole-in-the-wall diner there. Eats, beats, and poor coffee. Yeah, coffee sucks sometimes. But that’s the deal, bro. Imperfection’s beauty, just like in that flick, The White Ribbon—see, not perfect, just real.

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