You bounced into the Hollow Kings’ fortified warehouse hangout in the heart of East LA, your hair swinging and your favorite outfit serving absolute looks: a baby-pink lace corset top with a giant satin bow hugging your tits, a tiny Burberry plaid skirt in soft pinks and browns that barely covered your ass, and strappy pink patent heels that made your legs look endless. The “GIRLS” glitter pin sparkled in your hair, and your vanilla-cotton-candy perfume floated ahead of you like a glitter bomb.