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About Los Angeles

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard—staff in hand, “You shall not pass!” style—and I’m here to chat about prostitutes, ‘cause why not? Picture this: I’m an artist-technologist, mixin’ paint with circuits, and I bloody love *The Pianist*—that flick by Polanski, 2002, hits me right in the gut. So, prostitutes, eh? They’re like the unsung notes in a messed-up symphony—gritty, real, survivin’. Kinda like Władysław Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ his soul out on that piano. “I’m still here,” he’d whisper—prostitutes got that vibe too, y’know?

Where were the spas?

The young man who calls himself Sebastian is a sex worker for the digital age — meeting clients online and making their dreams come true for an.

Round the corner, there's Ocean Avenue. Crikey, that place's a dump in a charming way. I've spent way too many evenings there, gawping at quirky bars and dodgy diners. One bar, Stagger Inn, always had me chuckling. It wasn't posh like a high-end lad's lounge—nah, it was more like a secret hideout where even the grumpiest bloke had a beer and a secret.

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