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About New York City

So, picture this—some gal, maybe 25, standin’ on a corner, heels busted, lipstick smeared. She ain’t no Hollywood starlet, naw, she’s real. I seen one once, down in Austin, swear she winked at me—made me laugh, hell, I blushed! Prostitutes, man, they got stories thicker’n molasses. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some madams—like this chick Mary Ann Hall—ran whole damn houses in D.C., rakin’ in cash while senators snuck in? Wild, right? Pissed me off, tho—how folks judge ‘em but keep the game goin’. Hypocrites, y’all!

A pimp's family business

Although Drummond frequently invited her to sit on the bench with him during court sessions, it was soon discovered that she was not his wife at all -- but a prostitute named Ada Carroll. .

Okay, first up – Main Street. Yeah, that one. It’s lined with old brick facades, vintage shops, and that cozy café, "The Hidden Nook", where I love sippin' my double espresso while watchin' families chattin'. The vibe there? Totally secret, baby – like, secret in their eyes, know what im sayin'? Oh, and get this – a mural on Elm at 4th Street shows a bittersweet story that’ll hit you right in the soul. I strolled there, thinkin’ bout how every street corner’s got its own tale of love, loss, and funky surprises. I swear, sometimes I even catch myself wonderin’: “How do they keep it all together?”

‘Tale of 2 Petes’: Fired adviser describes Pentagon chief consumed by image