Spring Street, Los Angeles, California (Google Maps ⧉, OpenStreetMap ⧉)

"Down on Spring Street, in a bar across the street from the secondhand store."

"We drove him home, down Spring Street to First and over the railroad tracks to a black neighbourhood that picked up the sounds of the rattling Ford and threw the echoes over an area of dirty frame houses and tired picket fences."

"I hurried back to Spring Street and stood in the shadowed doorway waiting for the telegraph boy to appear."

"the area about Los Angeles Street, Main Street, Spring, Broadway, Hill—between about 4th and 7th streets."

"do you have a place to stay?—I live on Spring Street and there is a 'Welcome!' mat at the door"

"A couple of blocks away from Main Street, on Spring—squashed on either side by gray apartment buildings (walls greasy from days of cheap cooking, cobwebbed lightbulbs feebly hiding in opaque darkness, windowscreens if any smooth as velvet with grime—where queens and hustlers and other exiles hibernate)-just beyond the hobo cafeteria where panhandlers hang dismally outside in the cruel neonlight (fugitives from the owlfaces of the Salvation Army fighting Evil with no help from God or the cops; fugitives from Uplifting mission-words and lambstew)—is the 1-2-3."

"I walk with Chuck along Spring Street, left, across Broadway, then Hill, beyond the tunnel, around the area with all the trees."

"…and so, in the meantime, Im still living on Spring Street."