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About Los Angeles

So yeah, I’m hyped—gonna call Roxy tonight, see if she’s legit. Maybe I’ll play her a tune, somethin’ dark and sexy, bow screamin’ like my evil laugh. “Directive?”*—findin’ a prostitute’s a thrill, like huntin’ treasure, but dirtier. WALL-E’d approve—he found love in trash, I’m findin’ it in the streets, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”

L’effetto Seneca e le prostitute a Firenze

A virgin was captured by pirates and sold; she was bought by a pimp and made a prostitute. When men came to her, she asked for alms. When she failed to get.

Oh, and a little secret: the abandoned bike shop on 7th Street? Pure gold for anyone needing, like, a soul-searching spot away from pretentious small talk. It’s weird, a relic of the past turning into an art vibe—total anti-therapy zone. Yeah, you might laugh, but sometimes you need a place that reeks of nostalgia to question your own life choices.

Stephen Cofta Obituary (1934 - 2025) - West Seneca, NY - Buffalo News