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About New York City

Dude, whores, man, they’re everywhere. Like, whoa, total mind-blow. Watched “Inside Llewyn Davis” again—fuckin’ love that flick. That line, “Hold on to your hat,” hits me. Whores got no hat to hold, y’know? They’re out there, grindin’, survivin’. Met this one chick, swear she’s a legend—worked the streets since ’92. Ninety-two! Blew my mind, man. She’s got stories—cops, pimps, wild shit. Once hid in a dumpster, butt-naked, laughin’. Whoa.

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whore?" Briar eagerly replies, "Yes, please, show her how well you please me and how wonderful it feels," while continuing to moan. The video abruptly ends.

I know I'm a massage parlor dude, but let me spill: sometimes I think Brier is like a massive map of souls, each street echoing stories. Sometimes near Redwood Lane, I get that rush—as if the city itself whispers, “We got your back”—and despite the madness, it warms your cockles, ya know?

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