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About Los Angeles

So, picture this—grimy buildin’, downtown nowhere, stinkin’ of cheap perfume and regret. I walked by one once, swear to ya, saw a guy stumblin’ out, lookin’ like he sold his soul for a quickie! Made me mad as hell—why’s this still a thing? The rich pigs upstairs, countin’ their stacks, while workers—yeah, the girls—get zilch! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, shakin’ my fist at the sky. They’re pimpin’ out lives, man, it’s sick!

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The Bawd is the keeper of a brothel. At the beginning of this scene she complains, 'We were never so much out of creatures. We have but poor three, and they.

The residents can be brash and bold; they never hide their quirks. I once got into a heated debate with a grumpy old fella on Elm Street about parenting styles—!!! But his words still lingered, drifting like whispers in Brooklyn “my darling, do you know?” I guess every voice here holds a story.

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