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About Los Angeles

So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find one? Cities got red-light spots, always have. Back in ‘79, my cousin Earl—dumbass—got nabbed in Reno. Lookin’ for “company,” ended up broke, cryin’. Cops laughed, said, “Rookie mistake, kid.” Ya don’t just stroll up, yellin’ for tail. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded bullshit. Look for the shady bars, dim lights. Girls linger, eyes sharp, smokin’ cheap cigs. Or—hell—online now, apps and crap. Ain’t my style, sounds like a scam. “The world is my hunting ground,” Carlos growled. Yeah, huntin’ trouble, more like.

Crossbones: The History

"Titled Belle, the monument depicts a full-breasted woman who, feet apart and standing in a doorway at the top of small set of steps, looks self-assuredly into the world. It was created by .

Let me tell ya about neighborhoods too: Old Town is like a maze of narrow lanes, speckled with art shops and tiny libraries. It’s quaint, but you bet there’s drama beneath. And uptown? Oh man, uptown is the posh, pretentious one. Everyone there acts like they’ve got it all together. I scoff at it: "Everybody lies," remember?

Month of May festivities kick off on Monument Circle in downtown Indianapolis