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About Los Angeles

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

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On June 17th, , the authors at Wild Deadwood Reads met in the morning for a private tour of the Brothel in Deadwood, South Dakota.

I was walkin’ our quaint streets. I pass by the old brick Pub on Hill Ln. Hard to miss the rundown charm. The little river, Slushbrook, cuts through town. You never know what’s next. It’s unnervingly calm. “They do not reveal.” Classic Haneke vibe, yea?

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