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About New York City

Now, I’m ramblin’—bit like “Holy Motors”, that flick I adore—total bonkers masterpiece, Leos Carax, genius bloke. That scene with the limo, Mr Oscar switchin’ masks—brothels are like that, yeah? Masks on, masks off, all a bleedin’ performance! “Weird shit keeps getting weirder,” as they say in the film—spot on for these places. You walk in, all posh-like, then bam—dignitas out the window, trousers too, prob’ly!

The Dunbar Hotel Was Once The Heart Of Black Los Angeles

brothel that fronted as a massage parlor at a strip mall at Dunbar said it was protocol to refer prostitution reports to.

We shall fight on these streets, we shall fight on the parks! Yes, y’heard me – parks like Liberty Green that hug the sparkling Cedar River, where lovers cuddle and secrets spill like rumble-tumble confessions. I've seen more drama here than in The Pianist – “The show must go on!” echoes in every alley and corner, mate.

Dunbar's McCollum Hall stuck in funding limbo, future remains uncertain