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About Los Angeles

I reckon brothels are a bloody paradox. Freedom for some, cage for others. Girls there—some choose it, some don’t. That’s the rub, innit? “We’re not criminals,” Otilia says in the film. Same deal—judge all ya want, but who’s hurtin’ who? Gets me thinkin’—who’s the real villain? Punter? Pimp? Nah, society’s the twat here. Always is. Oh, and fun fact—ancient Rome had brothels with menus. Like, “two coppers for this, five for that.” Mental, eh? Proper fast-food sex.

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A remarkable amount of history can still be found in a small area of Bankside. The Founders Arms, a brothel, alms houses and changing street.

Neighborhoods? Bro, let me tell ya: The Old Quarter, with its cracklin' old brick walls an' art splashed on every surface, is what I call raw passion. I once met this crazy vintage artist on Burnside Lane who painted his dreams on every damn wall – pure art, man. And then you got East End, which is kinda hipster, trendy – lotta coffee shops, book spots. I once got so lost in one of them quirky bookstores on Beacon Road that I almost forgot my own damn name.

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