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About Los Angeles

So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Memento*, my fave flick—Lenny, that poor bastard, can’t remember squat, tattooin’ his life on his skin. Whore fits right in that mess, don’t it? Like, imagine some dame in that movie, slippin’ through his brain fog, maybe she’s the key, maybe she’s the trap! “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but did he? Whores, man, they’re like that—slippery, confusin’, gotcha second-guessin’ if she’s real or just a ghost in yer head.

He called her “whore”

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The neighborhoods? Let me tell ya, each one’s a character of its own. Try hitting up the Lower Grind, a maze of narrow alleys that reek of history, mystery, and, I kid you not, the occasional piss-soaked wall – but in a cool kind of way. And don't even mention Upper Noble – the posh side that pretends manners matter. I was once in a fit – like, "Wow, got the cheek! What a bunch of priss!" – when I confronted a snob ordering a drink with a ridiculous name.

Christian Noble