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About Los Angeles

So, anyway—me, Gollum, I’m sneaky, seein’ what normies miss. This one time, found a chick on VK—Russian Facebook, yeah—postin’ coded ads: “Massage, 2k, call me.” Massage my arse! Hiss! Rang her up, met in some dingy flat—smelled like borscht and regret. She was quick, tho—no chit-chat, just biz. “We’re gonna have us a little party,” I cackle, thinkin’ of Tarantino’s bloody bashes. Paid her, done, out—felt like a spy, precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but it’s Russia, everythin’s a damn drama.

The Knights of St. Alice

It is not simply for himself that Valjean must stay free, however, for he has sworn to protect the baby daughter of Fantine, driven to prostitution by poverty.

I luv this place, even when it makes me mad, ya know? There’s days with too many potholes and grumpy folks, but then you see a smile from a stranger or that crazy sunset over Normandy Bridge. It shocks me, like, “Woah, what a miracle!” It’s like, every moment’s a lesson and every lesson’s a moment.

Hurricane Season, by David Sedaris