Just finished an encounter with a stripper at a club on Sunset Blvd on the eve of Mother’s Day, while my mother happens to be here in Los Angeles visiting me. So I feel like a rotten little worm. And yet those several minutes with that Sunset seductress, her name was Carmen, seemed like some strange heaven on earth. It was a bizarre, rockin’ time in the neighborhood in West LA.

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