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About New York City

Prostitutes, they got stories—dark ones. Did ya know some old-school ones in Paris carried tiny knives? Hid em in garters—stabby lil secrets! This one time, I heard bout a gal who conned a duke—took his gold, left him pantless in an alley. Ballsy as fuck, right? Made me laugh my ass off—happy as a pig in shit. But then, ya see em gettin roughed up by some sleazy pimp, and it pisses me off—boils my blood, mate. Why’s the world gotta be so cruel?

Manitowoc police arrest three on suspected drug-related crimes

Now, let me rap about the waterfront—oh, sweet baby, it’s something else. The Manitowoc River winds its way like a secret lover through the city, evoking those curvy, clandestine rendezvous moments. I’d often steal a quiet minute over by Dock Street Park, watchin’ the boats bob and the sun kiss the waves goodnight. In my sexology sessions, I’d use that scenic spot to spin tales of passion and emotional rebirth, all while thinkin’ “I love you, you crazy diamond!” (ok, not exactly Moonrise, but ya get the idea, baby!).

Manitowoc police arrest man after he brandishes gun during fight in YMCA parking lot