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About New York City

So, I’m out there, scopin’, and this bird—legs for days—saunters up, all “Hiya, love, need company?” I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, she’s bold!”—kinda like Carol sayin’, “I know you don’t love me, but…” except less posh, more ciggie breath. Made me happy, though—straight-up hustle, no faff. But then—fuckin’ hell—some geezer rocks up, all “Oi, that’s my girl!” and I’m like, “Mate, calm your tits, I ain’t stealin’!” Nearly shat meself—angry pimps? No thanks.

The Girls of Lower Price Hill

I keep bumpin’ into weird little spots, like that quirky mural on Reading Road – art with attitude, ya know? I'm always saying, “Heh, that one reminds me of Timbuktu – so surreal, so outta this world!” And, oh man, how could I forget that one time I got mad at the insane heat on Vine Street? Hot! Hot! But truly, Cincinnati has this gritty soul that even makes me tear up sometimes.

Rounds of soaking rain roll through Cincinnati for Flying Pig weekend