Westlake, Los Angeles, California (Google Maps ⧉, OpenStreetMap ⧉)

"this time at Westlake, where two anxious fairies cruise me—one coming up saying hurriedly, 'Right here—behind those trees—my ‘sister’ will watch out for us"

"“If we’d wanted a gated community we would have moved to Hidden Hills or Westlake, but we didn’t. We wanted an open community, freedom to come and go—and not just for those of us privileged enough to be able to live here, but for anyone—any citizen—rich or poor.”"

"Doc had shown up on the scene of a trailer fire in Westlake in the early 1980s. It was a slovenly place vandalized by its own inhabitants, Mexicans who mixed their beer with clam and tomato juice, lit superstition candles, and passed out. Forgot about the candles and one fell over ‘Par-tee shack,’ Doc had said."