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About Los Angeles

This one time, I’m chattin’ her up, she’s all, “What you want, boo?” I’m stutterin’, actin’ dumb, and she hits me with, “Time’s money, let’s go.” Cold as ice! Made me mad, like—bitch, I’m Drake, respect the name! But also, lowkey, I was hyped—she owned it. Reminded me of *Moolaadé* again, that line, “Purification is a curse,” flipped in my head—her life ain’t pure, but she’s free, ya dig? Got me emotional—happy she’s real, pissed at the game she’s stuck in.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Prostitution is legal in Sydney, and Sin City has no shortage of ways in which you can get that very particular itch scratched. Here are but a few brothels in the city.

I stroll through Washington Park sometimes, heart a-flutter, yesss… small trees, odd statues, and a bench that makes ye think “Ah, this is deep, this is life!” Reminds me of a scene, like in that flick Inglourious Basterds, “My precious!” I scream it sometimes when i’m overwhelmed with joy.

Obituary for Bradley Michael Atchison