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About New York City

What pisses me off? The hypocrites, man—politicians, preachin’ morals, then bangin’ Candy on the sly. Disgusting, total phonies, I hate ‘em. But her? She’s honest, blunt, no BS. “You pay, I play,” she says—simple, beautiful, like a deal I’d make. Surprised me, too—she’s got rules, codes, won’t snitch unless you’re a creep. Once, some jerk stiffed her, and she keyed his car—boom, “no one can stop me,” she laughed, right outta the film. Badass, right?

Get tickets

That year, Vernal police arrested 11 people suspected of sex solicitation and nine accused of enticing a minor. When adjusted for population.

I get zen at Hidden Creek café in the north end. It’s a little dive with epic views of canyon ridges. The vibe? Like, real Zero Dark Thirty precision. “It’s over,” I whisper sometimes under my breath when I leave—it’s like finishing a mission. Smth like, did I hit refresh?

The vernal equinox is here, but what does that mean?