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So Theresa’s playin’ this hooker, right? Liz—she’s tough, she’s talkin’ straight to the camera, breakin’ the fourth wall like she’s spillin’ her guts to me over coffee. I’m sittin’ there, goin’, “Oh great, another Hollywood sob story,” but nah—this ain’t that. It’s dirty, it’s real, it’s like she’s sayin’, “You think you know me? You don’t know jack!” And I’m noddin’, ‘cause damn, she’s got a point. Ken Russell, that crazy bastard, he didn’t sugarcoat it. No “Pretty Woman” nonsense here—none of that “prince on a white horse” crap. It’s all johns, sweat, and bad vibes.

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I used to live in Hybla Valley and the cops were all over the place. The problem is they spend all their time running speed traps and harassing the local Hispanic population. Which is why on Rt .

There’s also a subtle vibe in our Central Biz-Ness Plaza—stoned buildings, old diner at 44.7 Elm (numero loco, I tell ya!), and the underground art alley where youngsters scribble dreams. Crazy, right? People swarm. I love it, even if it drives me nuts now and then.

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