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About New York City

Little quirks? She chewed gum like it owed her money—poppin’ it loud, drivin’ me nuts. Thought in my head: “Girl, you’re a damn hurricane.” Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, workin’ the streets, howlin’ for coin. Ruby’s a modern she-wolf, prowlin’, ownin’ it. “Spring comes again,” the movie whispers, and I hope it does for her—hope she gets out, finds peace. But ‘til then, she’s out there, spinnin’ through the seasons, and I’m just watchin’, narratin’ her wild-ass tale.

The dangerous, difficult lives of room-less Springs sex workers

Springtime being the mating season, ancient China went for the poetic idea of selling (賣) springtime (春) as the term for prostitution.

So many streets hide stories, lounge spots, and memories. Even a little-known alley, Hazy Lane, is a gem. There’s graffiti art there, wild and raw – art that speaks to the soul. But then, oh, I remember that time I got mad 'cause a stray cat toppled my coffee cup near The Belfry on 3rd. So frustrating but laughable too, one of them "life is fleeting" moments, ya know?

Spring into Clean with Kroger