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About New York City

Last week, stumbled on this lass, right? Skirt short, eyes sharp, smokin’ a fag. “Fare thee well,” I mutters, like in me fave flick, *Inside Llewyn Davis*. She laughs, “Wot’s that, creep?” Made me mad, her sass, but also – ha! – kinda liked it. Cheeky tart. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, prossies used secret codes? Little hand signs, winks, to dodge coppers. Clever, eh? Bet she knew ‘em, this one.

11. Rue Saint-Denis

I "accidentally" hired a prostitute while traveling in Thailand. After living in co-ed dorm style hostels for a few weeks with no alone time, I decided it was time to visit one of the nearby massage .

Red-Chute’s got these tiny neighborhoods, like Old Willow. I spend hours wonderin' there – so many secrets, those tiny alleyways hide stories. Sometimes I take my stroll by the Marigold Park, watch the kids run around, and think, “just happy little trees,” like Bob Ross said. Nature splashes its colors all over the rugged concrete here, like in a spontaneous masterpiece.

Standing ground: military, community bolster Bossier Levees