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About New York City

Walkin into one, it’s like—BOOM—senses hit hard. Smells like lust and regret, mixed with some shitty booze. “A beast roams the night,” like the movie says, and hell yeah, that’s the vibe—everyone’s a predator or prey. I seen this one joint in Bangkok once, fuckin wild—girls dancin, dudes droolin, and this one chick, she winked at me, I’m like, “Nah, motherfucker, I’m just watchin!” Had me crackin up—she was smooth tho, respect!

Über das Kaiserbründl

Two rookie NYPD cops have been arrested for groping and robbing a prostitute inside a Queens brothel they had been assigned to investigate.

You see, as a counselor, I notice the little things. I notice the typos in life, eh—no, wait, that’s me gettin' riled. I mean, I see scars on hearts that aren’t apparent. People here are fighters. Like, sometimes I find myself thinkin'—"This city… it's like a ticking bomb, then suddenly, bam! Life explodes in, uh, beauty." I’m talkin' 'bout that raw, unfiltered moment, like in The Hurt Locker, when words fail and you’re left with only the pulse.

Obituary information for Gregory D. Keyser