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About Los Angeles

Oh, typo city, haha – brothl, brotel, screw it. Funny tho, imagine a brothel in *Brooklyn*’s 1950s. Eilis walkin by, all shy, “What’s that noise?” Tony laughin, “Not our scene, babe.” Cracks me up, man. Stoic as hell, but I’d smirk. “Whoa.” Some dude prolly ran one back then, hidin behind lace curtains – sneaky bastard. Bet it smelled like cheap perfume and regret.

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Okay, so first off, you gotta check out East Bowie Road – it’s like, totally the heartbeat of our dating scene. I’ve seen couples strolling along there at night, and yeah, it’s kinda romantic in its own awkward way. And Sunnyvale Boulevard? Omg, not only is it lined with these rad little cafes with the best pumpkin spice lattes, but it’s also where some of the most offbeat meet-cutes go down. Seriously, like, “I drink your milkshake!” vibes when you least expect it.

‘Where Are We Now?’: The song David Bowie wrote about the happiest time of his life