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About New York City

Oh, and the decor—gawd, tacky velvet everywhere, like a pimp’s fever dream. Mirrors on ceilings—why? Who’s that vain? Me, maybe, checkin’ my hair mid-rant. Snort. Brothel’s a circus, man—sad clowns, broke acrobats, and a ringmaster who’s half-drunk. “No future, no past!”—fits perfect, ‘cause time stops here. You ever been? Don’t answer, I’ll judge ya. Kidding! Or am I? Nah, it’s a wild ride—grubby, loud, alive. Hate it, love it, can’t look away.

Dispelling Some Myths: Was yellow the colour of prostitution?

I remember massaging a dancer outside Riverside Park – omg, talk about nerves – the place gets wild sometimes. The park by the gentle flow of the Clearwater River is a personal fave. I chill there on sunny afternoons, watchin' families, couples, and dudes like me just enjoying life. Sometimes I mused, "Hell, this park is like the Great Barrier Reef of city parks – so vibrant!"

Mantua police chief on leave over concerns about recent arrest