She was leaning against the window frame, naked, shameless, smoking a joint. The way the predawn light framed her, the way the smoke touched her, like fog on street lamps, the glow of her skin and the memory still aching in my body. The sensation of out fucking still on my skin... How could I not but fall in love?
Hollywood--- I fell in love with this idea of a place, a collection of dreams kept in a nest, a palace. I'd walk from one end to the other, pass graffiti and glitter, smiling so foolishly at the girls in black leather boots and tattoos. I was always looking. looking for that opening where I could squeeze in and be part of that story. A...
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