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About Los Angeles

Oi mate, brothels, yeah? Dirty little dens of shagging! Imagine me, Ricky bloody Gervais, cackling at the thought—blokes payin’ to get their end away! Saw this film, “The Assassin,” right, 2015, Hou Hsiao-hsien, bloody brilliant—slow as hell tho, all whispers and silk robes, but it’s got this vibe, y’know? “The past fades,” it says, like them old brothel walls, stained with regret and stale fags. Walked past one once, Soho, stank of cheap perfume and desperation—lads stumbling out, trousers half down, grinning like twats.

"It is the most flagrant flaunting of vice publicly before the people that I have ever seen."

This was a terrible experience-DO NOT BRING CHILDREN here! This place had prostitution going on. When I tried to report it the hotel turned on us and things.

Man oh man, neighborhoods here have so much character. The Fitger's complex? Totally rad – disaster turned cultural oasis. Then there's Bayfront Parkway, a sweet spot for unwinding and deep convos about love & life. The irony? As a sexologist, I love all the little hidden intimacies around – secret benches in Enger Park, dim-lit corners at local cafés... Even a busted lamppost seems to whisper "let's get weird!" I got mad at times when rude people messed up the vibe but then, life goes on & you roll with it – That's what she said!

Two People Without A Home Following Sunday Evening Duluth Fire