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About Los Angeles

And get this—little known story—there’s this whorehouse in Nevada, legit, called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Been around since the ‘50s! Girls there got union talk goin’—damn right, organize! Power to ‘em! I’m cheerin’, spillin’ my coffee, “Stick it to the man!” Surprised me—they’re fightin’ back! Not just takin’ it like in *Anatolia*, where everythin’ feels heavy, hopeless, “wind howls through the plains,” y’know?

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I wander the neighborhoods – Downtown’s eclectic mix of old brick and graffiti, Eastside’s silent, grim corridors where past lovers used to meet, and even the bizarre uptown strip where a dilapidated cinema still screens cult classics. That cinema? Dude, it’s my refuge sometimes. Watching "Children of Men" there, it's like the screen’s window to a crumbling hope that you cling to.

Our Town Crete: Blue River Raceway