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About Los Angeles

Hmm, findin’ a prostitute, you ask? Tricky, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger to hate—y’know, like in *Boyhood*, growin’ up messy, searchin’ for somethin’. Me, I’d be cruisin’ the streets, lights flashin’, thinkin’ “Life don’t wait, man!”—straight outta that flick. Prostitutes, they’re everywhere, yet nowhere—hidden in plain sight, y’see?

Home Is Where The Whore Is

I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

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