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About Los Angeles

But lordy, some things rile me up! Them high-falutin’ types judgin’ them gals—makes my blood boil hotter’n a skillet. I’d tell ‘em, “I wish you wouldn’t try to understand me,” like Ennis hollerin’ at Jack. Live and let live, y’all! Ain’t nobody perfect—heck, I can’t even spell “brothel” right half the time. B-r-o-t-h-e-l? B-r-o-f-e-l? Who cares, I’m typin’ fast, fingers shakin’ from too much coffee!

My Festival

A year-old aspiring writer living in London begins a double life as a sex worker in order to research his debut novel.

Sebastian’s got this wild vibe, not exactly Miami glitz, more like a worn-in leather jacket with a secret crush on Fish Tank's raw grit. Walking down Main Street—yeah, that bloody Main Street—you're hit with street vendors screaming at you, or maybe it's just the locals having a chinwag, who know? It's sunny all day, except when it rains like a busted fire hose, which is pretty typical here.

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