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About New York City

Lemme tell ya, I scoped some corners once, back in ’89. Chicago, cold as hell, steam risin’ from grates. This chick, “Candy”—real name prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, shiverin’. I’m like, “Girl, you freezin’ for what?” She laughs, says, “Gotta eat, big man.” Pissed me off—system’s trash, leavin’ folks desperate. But she had grit, ya know? Reminded me of Irene in the movie, holdin’ her own. “A guy can change anything—his face, his home…”—but Candy? She wasn’t changin’ shit, just playin’ the game.

Death Visits a Bawdy House—a new Charlotte Edgerton Mystery

You're taking one unrelated issue and imposing it on a different issue. What a married person does to their own relationship has nothing to do with a legal prostitute doing her job. It's not the Missing: Edgerton.

Edgerton got houses with cool murals, like that one on Maple St. (I always pause, thinkin, "This city's a movie scene!") And some locals, quirky souls they be, givin advice in riddles, like “Work hard, relax harder.” Yeah, many weird little easter eggs hidden in plain sight, bruv.

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