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About New York City

So, here’s the deal, bud. You’re cruisin’ downtown, lights flashin’, neons buzzin’ like flies on a hog. Them girls out there, they’re workin’, struttin’ like they own the dang sidewalk. Git-R-Done! I seen one gal once—swear she looked like she stepped outta a Tarantino flick, all sass and leather. Made me laugh, thinkin’, “Man, she’d tell the mayor, ‘You’re no good!’” just like in *Leviathan*. Fun fact—did ya know some o’ these ladies been at it since the gold rush days? Hist’ry says San Fran had ‘em lined up like cattle in 1850! Wild, huh?

Truckee’s notorious Red Light District: Mollie Forshay’s troubles, Part I

I was painting a reflection of trees in the Truckee River this week and lamenting my lack of Hooker's Green. I was using other greens I had.

Yo, so Truckee (us) is wild, y'know? I'm totally vibing here, and lemme spill all about this quirky town—like Taylor Swift lyrics but with mad coder heartbeats. Seriously, it's like every street tells a secret. Main St is poppin' with colorful murals and smile-worthy cafes, and oh man, Donner Pass Road? Iconic, dude—like stepping into an epic movie scene.

Nine out of ten homes in Truckee fail wildfire prep standards, fire officials say