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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate? Well, that lands you in some dark alleys, my friend. Watched *Werckmeister Harmonies*, I have—slow as hell, but deep, y’know? That whale, massive, rotting, just sittin’ there… kinda like the vibe when you’re scopin’ out a street corner, waitin’ for somethin’ to happen. “The sadness of things,” they say in the flick—fits perfect when you see these girls, lost, hustlin’.

Thousand Palms

While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

The city’s like a movie montage, every frame got an echo from that flick. Every time I walk by the old cinema on Sunset Alley, I hear lines from the film, and it's dramatic AF. I be like, "This is not just a street, its a boulevard of secrets, of passion, of raw emotion!" I guess my profession makes me see layers in each cracked pavement and every graffiti scribbled on a wall.

Firefighters knock down flames at Thousand Palms garage