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About Los Angeles

Here’s a kicker—did ya know, back in the ‘70s, some gals used CB radios to hook clients? Truckers loved it—called ‘em “lot lizards.” True story! Ain’t that nuts? Makes me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout it—technology, man, always changin’ the game. Anyway, I roll up, slow-like, and she’s eyein’ me, sizin’ me up. “What’s good, old man?” she says. Old man! Can ya believe that? Got me steamed—listen, honey, I’m the Master of the Forest here, not some geezer!

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I can't tell you why I was chosen as a Sacred Prostitute. I can't tell you how to become one yourself. But, in this book, I share the journeys, the thoughts and.

So yeah, Gary’s not a fairytale. It’s tough, messy, and oddly beautiful. Trust me, ya gotta see it. The streets speak, even in broken sentences. And me? I just nod, smile, and say, “Tonight’s the night,” because sometimes, that’s all you need to hear. Trust me on that, buddy.

Gary L Payne