“My footsteps broke the silence of the pre-dawn hours,
As I drifted down Bleaker Street
Past shop windows, Barred against the perils of the night.
Up ahead, A neon sign emerged from the fog.
The letters glowed red hot In that way I knew so well,
Branding a message into my mind,
A single word, Hotel.”
(Intro to This Place Hotel & Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson)
This Place Los Angeles 