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About New York City

We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

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

I saw a prostitute walking down the sidewalk in front of Great Mills High school today. (She didn't appear to be a student either, and it was drive time not.

I gotta tell ya 'bout my secret spot: right by Willow Park. It’s just a lil’ hideaway off Sunset Dr. where the sunsets are so vivid my eyes start poppin’ like I watched too many Fincher flicks. I often sit on a bench there after a long day. Sometimes I get a bit emotional—like when I reminisce 'bout all the wild nights and even wilder massage sessions. Yes ma’am, more burly feet and tired smiles than you'd ever imagine.

Deadly hit-and-run crash in Prince George's Co. caught on video