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About New York City

Me, I’d sip vodka, watchin this circus. Angry? Sure—world’s filthy, unfair. Happy? When they scatter, scared shitless. Exaggeratin? Maybe—imagine me kickin doors, yellin “Run!” Prostitutes ain’t saints, but who is? “What’s the point of this?”—straight outta the movie. Chaos rules, I just steer it. You’d laugh, seein me glare at johns—pathetic losers. That’s the game, tovarisch—cold, brutal, real.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

The difficult part is usually going to be clinging, not listening, ignoring, or as the Buddha says, "Intoxicated and heedless.".

I live here, savvy?

Buda Johnson always kept an eye on, looked up to Laredo baseball