The Double Blind

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The Double Blind

The rain in Los Angeles doesn't fall; it just hangs in the air like a wet curtain, blurring the neon signs of the Sunset Strip into smears of electric pink and bruised blue. I sat in my car, the interior smelling of cheap cigars and the kind of desperation that doesn't wash off. My name is Leo. I'm a "cleaner." When the city's golden boys—the senators, the studio heads, the real estate...

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