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About Los Angeles

Growlin’, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see it clear. People ghostin’ after a quickie—pisses me off! Like, mate, say “ta-ta” at least. Happened to me once—met this lass, proper fit, on Tinder. Chatted, vibed, smashed at hers. Next day? Poof! Gone. Felt like NJ in “Yi Yi,” wonderin’ what’s real. “Is this all there is?” he’d say. Me too, bruv.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Then don't stay at this hotel. Because apparently, being a woman alone here is all it takes to make men think you are selling your body.

Oh, and let me not skip the lesser known alley off Cedar Lane—damn near impossible to find but worth every stumble and misstep. There, amidst the graffiti and cobblestones, thou wilt find a secret mural that sings of old passions and forgotten dreams; 'tis wild, it truly is!

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