The Velvet Spider of Los Angeles
Los Angeles in 1947 was a city of neon lies and sun-bleached corpses. It was a place where the smog clung to the palms like a wet shroud and the dreams of a thousand hopefuls were ground into the asphalt of Sunset Boulevard. Vivian had arrived in this city with a face that could stop a heart and a bank account that couldn't buy a sandwich. She was a masterpiece of nature, a porcelain doll born...
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