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About New York City

Arr matey, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! So, I be Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy? Been thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes lately—aye, them lasses o’ the night! Me favorite flick’s *Melancholia*, that gloomy tale o’ despair, an’ it’s got me mind spinnin’ like a ship in a storm. Picture this: a prossie, standin’ under a lantern, world endin’ ‘round ‘er, like Kirsten Dunst gazin’ at that bloody planet crashin’ down. “This is the end, isn’t it?” she’d mutter, all poetic-like, tradin’ flesh while the sky falls. Ain’t that a sight, eh?

7th - Trickster (Beebe)

She was a prostitute, not someone of social status, thus, who would care what the exact location might be. Public records weren’t kept on such happenings. It was not a consecrated cemetery. .

Then there's Mulberry Lane. Oh my gosh, that lane is so low-key and artsy. I sometimes take my breaks there, walking with my head buzzing about my clients and my own vibes. It almost feels like the characters in that film, struggling to decipher the chaos of life while chasing truth. Sometimes, I'd be thinkin, "man, Carl! this is just cosmic!"—did I just say that? Heh, sorry, not sorry.

Dr. Diana Dickson-Witmer Honored with Beebe Medical Foundation’s Physician Philanthropy Award