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About Los Angeles

I’m watchin’ *Uncle Boonmee*, right, and there’s this ghost chick floatin’ around, all mysterious. Trixie’s like that—haunted, y’know? “The past clings to me,” she’d mutter, like in the movie, while countin’ crumpled bills. Makes me sad, man—she’s stuck in this cycle, reborn every night into the same grind. Surprised me once, though—she told me she saves cash for art school. ART SCHOOL! Blew my mind—here I thought she was just hustlin’ for dope or somethin’. Nope, girl’s got dreams!

Evanston Spa Workers Busted For Prostitution

The woman was visibly disturbed but uncooperative when taken to Saint Francis Hospital in Evanston for medical treatment, police said.

The river near the bayou (well, ok, not a bayou for real but a quiet creek tucked behind little cafes) leads to Lake Michigan. I love strollin’ there at dawn. The water is endless, shimmering with life’s mischief. I sometimes shout, "Moolaadé!" and feel like I’m part of something grand, or at least a cheeky movie scene.

Evanston man faces attempted murder charge