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About Los Angeles

I knew this chick once, swear, back in ’98—worked the corner near Satriale’s. Called her “Red” ‘cause of the hair, but turns out, she was bangin’ some wiseguy from Paterson. Little known fact? She’d stash cash in her bra—hundreds, crumpled, sweaty. Fuckin’ wild, right? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s all high and mighty, but she’s just another dame hustlin’. Kinda like, “I’m caught in the middle,” y’know? That movie line—hits ya hard. She’s trapped, but she owns it.

Inside the Teen-Hooker Factory

So, this city ain't all smooth rides. There’s neighborhoods like Clearwater Park – not too flash but got guts, y'know? Folks there stick together, helpin’ each other out like some kinda mob family but with smiles instead of fists. Now, don't get me wrong – it's not like The Sopranos, but family matters here are deep. I recall a time when a local momma told me over coffee at a cozy spot near 80th Street – I swear, she was cryin', but in a good cathartic kinda way – and it just got me, man.

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