Thousand Dollars for a Kiss, Fifty Cents for Your Soul

“I love Los Angeles, and I love Hollywood. They’re beautiful. Everybody’s plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.”
— Andy Warhol

Los Angeles is the kind of place where everybody is from somewhere else. People drawn by the dream, people running from the nightmare. Everyone's a star, or at least everyone acts like one. This is where you go to become famous. L.A. exists for showbiz. It provides fame, fortune and glamour for its seekers while providing entertainment for the world. 

The city is massive. Here you get plenty of time to listen to the radio while driving from one place to another. There are world famous attractions, cinematic urban landscapes, and beautiful beaches. Those willing to pay for the private roads will get there faster. You can see the Hollywood sign from Beverly Hills, before going to see the Chinese Theatre and the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

The city is filled with shallow, plastic, superficial characters. There is much about the city which is distasteful, from the neverending traffic to the uninspired public infrastructure. Homelessness is rampant throughout the city like the bubonic plague in medieval Europe. Los Angeles is not a nice place. Everyone is in the gutter and all of them are looking at the stars.