I've made it to a dirty Chinese restaurant somewhere near Hollywood Blvd. I have about $300 dollars and I'm going to try and get a room for the night here somewhere so I can clean myself up and call Jules. I'm still so confused. What happended? Wonton soup does wonders for settling an angry stomach.
After I get the room, I'm callin' daddy to tell him where I'm at. He told me everybody here is crazy. No one has been very nice to me so far. I tried to get a ride, I must be made outta glass
'cause no one stopped. I walked and walked to get this bowl of soup. Willie is a heroin addict and I did it with him. I feel like the dirtiest piece of shit on the planet. Bein' a whore isn't this nasty. Hollywood Blvd. is kinda cool, always wanted to see it. Didn't think I'd be seein' it like this. I need cigarettes and they are so damn expensive here!
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