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About New York City

So, check this – back in Victorian times, brothels had secret codes! Knocks on doors, weird-ass signals, all cloak n dagger shit. Surprised me when I read that, fuckin wild, right? Imagine some geezer whisperin, “The eagle flies tonight,” just to get laid. Cracks me up thinkin bout it, sneaky bastards. But it pisses me off too – all that hidin, cos society’s judgin em harder than a nun on meth. Hypocrites, man, all of em.

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I gotta share one crazy day – there was this moment on Cherry Street, near the old city market, when a family (I saw it from my office window, sort of like a live episode of human drama) was dealing with some heavy issues. Their conversation, full of laughter and tears, reminded me that we’re all just trying to make it through. And it made me smile, not 'cause it was all happy but because it was real. Like, every moment was raw, and that’s beautiful.

UPDATE: Person shot in Macon wielded machete, drove squad car, rammed police, aimed shotgun at officers