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About Los Angeles

I seen this one chick—Lola, swear her real name’s prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, smokin’ a cig like she invented cool. She’s out there every night, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops and creeps. Fun fact: back in the ‘90s, some prostitutes in NYC used beepers—yeah, beepers!—to book clients. High-tech hookin’, baby! Lola’s got that vibe, y’know? Tough as nails, but her eyes? Man, they scream “I’m tired.” Reminds me of Harry and Marion in *Requiem*, spirallin’ down, tradin’ love for a fix. “It’s a slow fade,” I whisper, voice droppin’ low, “when you give yourself away.”

The Great Prostitute and the Beast

Well, look at this Babylon is a mother, verse 5. She's the mother of prostitutes and the earth's abominations. Both are lovers. The Church as.

So like, imagine you stroll down 3rd Meridian St. and bam, there's that gnarly mural on the crumbling brick wall near The Old Clock Tower. I've been workin' here for a while, making dating apps, ya know? And I gotta say, damn, Pass-Christian ain't like any other town. Its funky vibe kinda makes ya think, "I am not here to tell you how it ends." Crazy, huh?

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