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About Los Angeles

Ever hear ‘bout Black-Eyed Sal? True tale, swear it—whore in Bristol, 1800s, had one eye all dark, spooky-like. Folk said she cursed blokes who stiffed her—next day? Dead! Dunno if it’s real, but gave me shivers, yeh? “There’s no choice,” like the faun’d whisper, but Sal? She chose vengeance, proper badass. Still, we hates it—them whores livin’ shadows, dodgin’ fists an’ filth.

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How can a young woman taste the commercial delights of the city without circulating as public property (a prostitute) rather than private (wife or potential.

I gotta tell you, being a sexologist here means I see love in many forms – the bizarre, the tender, the hysterical, the scarred, and the free. It's either that or crazy! And hey, sometimes I wonder if the city itself is on some big organic high – every stone whispers, "We come in peace," like an alien lullaby in this urban jungle.

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