“Every two or three years I knock off for a while. That way I'm constantly the new girl in the whorehouse.”
Where fables of our
absent parents
and ghostly heros are told...
What you'll find
scratched on the wall
along the Cahuenga Crawl...
Where the ugly orphans of
the 66 were left to sleep,
but never do..
"...all you want,
all you don't need,
it's all here...all here
in the underbelly of the
old Hollywood underworld..."
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