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About Los Angeles

Ever hear ‘bout the Shanghai tunnels? Old story—sailors’d get drunk, wake up in brothels, shanghaied! True sh*t, look it up. Happened to my mate once, swear it. Woke up missin’ a tooth, wallet gone, pants optional. Laughed my ass off—sorry, mate! Me? I’m smarter, usually. But this one time, Lisbon, got lured in by this gal, all curves and lies. “I’m your whale,” she says, winkin’. *Leviathan* again—“Man’s a beast, huh?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, I’m the beast here, droolin’.

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Pushing past the etymology, however, I discovered a vast array of sources, anecdotes, and documents leading to the world of prostitution in the Civil War era.

Sometimes I get, like, mad at the tourist crowds when they, like, stomp over the history, ya know? Yet, then, I totally get why it's, like, a big deal. This city is so layered, literally and energetically, that, like, anywhere you turn, there's a new vibe and, like, a feel-good boost. It’s kinda like my massages, which are all about finding that hidden tension and releasing it, babe! Plus, it makes me feel all nostalgic and freakishly spiritual. I’m always, like, “There’s the truth out there,” just like in Zodiac, quoting always my fav movie moments.

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