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About Los Angeles

Angry bit? Coppers bustin’ ‘em for nothin’. Let ‘em work, ya pricks! Happy? When one told me, “Love your voice, darlin’.” Nearly fell over—me, a charmer? Ha! “This is how it ends,” I’d growl, dramatic-like, picturin’ meself in Jarmusch’s film, all broody an’ shit.

Major prostitute

A large number of prostitutes fill the streets of West Pullman every evening, and many residents are caught in the growing influence of gangs.

No lie, sometimes I get pissed ‘cause the city can be too darn quirky for its own good. But then, when you see the cosmos in every raindrop or every chirp of a sparrow, you can’t help but laugh at life’s absurdity. Messy but meaningful, like me after a long day at the spa, slurping cold brew in the still night air.

Pullman hive, attention! We’re getting one last Dark Material.