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Now, I’m imaginin’ this—some dude, lonely as hell, swipin’ through options like it’s Tinder, but IRL. Kinda like Theodore in *Her*, chasin’ that voice, that spark. “I can’t believe I’m feelin’ this,” he’d say, all shook. And I get it! Been there—not with prostitutes, mind ya—but cravin’ somethin’ deep. Makes me happy thinkin’ folks out there still chase that, even if it’s messy. But lord, it pisses me off too—why’s it gotta be so sneaky? Society’s all hush-hush, judgin’ folks for wantin’ a lil’ love, paid or not.

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A man comes to Los Angeles to find a woman. He finds her, follows her, learns that she is a prostitute. She finally confronts him. He is her brother.

Man, this city's got heart. There's Heritage Park on 15th St. where locals gather, play music, and the vibe ain't like your average park. I used to chill there on lazy afternoons, watchin' kids run wild, thinkin' – "this is art, not just a park!" It's kinda poetic, like when Richie Tenenbaum would stare at the sky in his deep moments. It hit me hard, seriously.

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