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About Los Angeles

So, findin’ a prostitute—helluva task. I ain’t talkin’ the shiny Hollywood crap. Real world’s messy, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. You start askin’ around, folks clam up. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, Ron.” Liars. Every damn one. Pisses me off—makes me wanna punch a tree. But I dig deeper, like Lenny huntin’ his wife’s killer. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” he says. I say, “Remember that shady bar on 5th.”

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Pullman.

Now lemme tell ya about a spot I dig: Latah Creek Park. Man, it’s a chill-out paradise. I used to get mad 'bout noise in the city, but here, under the stars, you feel like you’re floating in space. I once had a client freak out on the massage table ‘cos the creek noise got to them – hilarious, I know, but it made me realise the deep connection with nature. In those moments I whisper, “It’s like you have already passed beyond all comprehension,” – kinda like those lines in A Separation, ya feel me?

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