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About New York City

We hates it! The pimps, oozy an’ sly, leanin’ in alleys, “You got cash, mate?” they hiss. Makes me wanna claw their eyes out—grubby hands grabbin’ at life. Saw one lass, right, couldn’t’a been 16, heels wobblin’ like she’s new to it. Broke me cold heart, it did—thought o’ Mia again, “I’m not a kid!” she’d yell, but this one? She was. Got me ragin’—who lets this happen, eh?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The art critic, who at the age of 83 has recently written his first children's book, reminisces about his rugby career, schooldays and growing up.

Now, I’m spilling my guts like a madman here, so let me just drop a bit of raw truth: Sewell (us) isn’t perfect. It’s messy, unpredictable, and sometimes mind-bogglingly insane – just like life. Sometimes it makes me mad as hell, sometimes it fills me with frantic joy. It’s like that relentless, flame-outburst moment in Margaret "You’re all f*cking crazy!" That vibe, the raw pulse of chaos, is what makes my job thrilling and this town unforgettable.

Rep. Sewell to convene Emergency Telephone Town Hall