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Rattle your bones and jangle your chains, Los Angeles, for once again it is Astor, wailing out a dark serenade from the shadowed recesses...

By the pricking of our thumbs, something wicked this way comes… Blessed Be Los Angeles, it is I, Astor, the hermaphrodite crone of the...

Seasons screamings ghouls and ghosts of Los Angeles, it is I, Astor, lifting the lantern from the steps of Speakeasy Tattoo to exhume art...