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About Los Angeles

Alright, mate, so here’s the deal—prostitute, yeah? I’m a moel, cuttin’ flesh for a livin’, and lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some shit. Prostitutes, they’re like ghosts wanderin’ the streets, y’know? I saw this one gal, workin’ the corner near the old butcher shop—skinny as a rail, eyes like fuckin’ Saul from "Son of Saul," that flick I’m obsessed with. “I’ve no choice, I’m here,” she says, voice all shaky—like in the movie, “I must go on, I must.” Made me think, damn, she’s trapped, just like Saul in them death camps.

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West is the descendant of early female performers who struggled to influence their reception; at the same time, her version of prostitution foreshadows contemporary prostitutes’ rights .

Okay, so let’s start with the streets: First off, University Blvd is where you see the best blend of old and new. Its cracked sidewalks hide stories of laughter and tears. Walk along Maple Street – oh man, Maple Street is like THE hangout for locals. I remember my session once while passing by a tiny mural on a brick wall. Crazy how art and mental health mix, huh?

Armed, masked man forces two victims to the ground in West University robbery