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About Los Angeles

See, I’ve got this knack—spotting the real from the fake. “The town was a living hell,” like Grace said in Dogville, and these streets? Same vibe. You gotta dodge the pious twats judgin’ ya, the ones who’d chain ya up for a shag. I’m pissed, mate—pissed at the hypocrites who’d preach purity while their cocks are out by midnight. Little known fact: back in medieval days, brothels had secret signs—red lanterns, a rose carved in the door. Subtle, but I’d clock it. I know things, see?

Students’ Brothel Shame

In our quirky neighborhood of Old Mill District, there’s this dilapidated warehouse turned music joint. I swear, sometimes I feel like I’m in a Christopher Nolan movie—mysterious yet soulful, with a sprinkle of chaos. I even got lost once tryin' to find it, and well, my inner Dolly said, "I will survive," but then I ended up singin’ at a roadside booth instead. Heh, life’s full of surprises!

They saved our little town