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About Los Angeles

Last week, mate asked, “Where’s the good ones?” Pissed me off—thinks it’s a shoppin’ list! Told ‘im, “Near the old pub, dimwit!” Happiest day when one winked at me. Me, ugly Gollum—felt like a king, ha! “Something’s wrong,” she muttered—movie vibes again. Prossies got stories, mate, not just tricks.

Biblical account

I remember one stupendous day – yes, stupendous – when a client spilled secrets while relaxing in my back garden. The sun was just peeking out from St. Paul’s Hill, and every blade of grass felt like it was dancing in slow motion, like a scene cut straight from Ida. “I have made the choice,” I muttered, caught in an existential moment. Eh, sorry – that might be too dramatic, but you get it!

From Cemetery to Ceasefire