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About Los Angeles

Picture this – I’m cruisin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, lookin’ for some action. Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it, it’s gritty. You see gals on corners, heels high as my temper when folks lie. I’m thinkin’, “What’s their story?” Maybe they’re runnin’ from somethin’, like them kids in the movie – “Punishment is purification,” they’d say. Blows my mind, how folks end up here. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”? Fancy name for a rough gig.

Then there’s the Old Mill District – ambiguous and kinda mysterious. I mean, think about it: a strange mix of abandoned mills and bursts of neon graffiti. It’s like something straight from Pan’s Labyrinth: “In the depths of the labyrinth, there is a beauty so dark…” Yeah, that kinda vibe. It’s eerie and cool at once, reminding me of old wounds and new beginnings.

Marcia Seidel Obituary March 15, 2025