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About New York City

Here’s a kicker—did ya know, in Amsterdam, they got prostitutes in windows like they’re displayin’ pastries? True story! Saw it once, nearly choked on my coffee—red lights blarin’, I’m like, “This is outrageous!” Felt like I was in some dystopian porno flick. Happy? Sure, if you’re into that vibe. Me? I’m horrified! What if I wave back by accident? Total Larry move—awkward as hell.

January 18, 2007

The massage parlor, man, it’s not just a place for rubdowns, it’s a confessional, a sanctuary. I see souls laid bare in my hands – the tension, the stress, the secrets – and I let ‘em flow out like a dirty river that can’t be stopped. Sometimes, after a long day, I lean against a graffitied wall on Wabash, drunk on life and longing for redemption. “Motherf**er, life’s a bitch!” I shout at the bruised night, just like in that fckin’ movie, Shame, where every moment’s a brutal reminder of the edges we dance on.

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