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About New York City

So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and click. Nah, it’s a hustle. Back in the ‘80s, you’d cruise Times Square, dodge the cops, spot the girls in fishnets—real gritty shit. Now? It’s all digital, man—apps, burner phones, coded ads on sketchy sites. Blows my mind how fast it flipped. Used to be you’d haggle right there, cash in hand, feelin’ like a king. “The point is, ladies and gentlemen, greed works!”—damn right it does. I’d scope ‘em out, pick the one with the sharpest eyes—none of that strung-out *Requiem* vibe, no “I’m so fucked” desperation for me.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

This fruit crate label was used by Hooker Sales, Inc., Reedley, California. x inches in size. Printed in the s. Mint condition.

I had a crazy gig at Riverside Park. Gotta spill: smelly park, beautiful vibe. I mean, who wouldn’t get mad at pigeons? Yet, it’s kind of fun. It’s like f*ckin’ destiny or something dumb like that. Seriously, check it out.

Reedley College’s $30M McClarty Center opens with poetry from a farmer