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About New York City

Me, I’m torn—makes me mad, seein’ folk trapped there, like lost boys in that movie. “Where’s the shore?” they’d ask, stuck in muck. But then, I’m chuffed some choose it—freedom, innit? Power in sayin’, “This is mine!” You shall not pass judgment, I say, ‘til ya know their tale. Once heard of this lass in Amsterdam—Red Light District, yeah?—she paid her uni fees dancin’ in windows. Smart as a whip, she was! Beats slingin’ chips at a greasy spoon, eh?

2. Floating from School to School (1946-1954)

Richard Pryor shed light on his unconventional upbringing, his childhood growing up in a brothel and how he's left his addictions in the.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

Billings police searching for suspected murder victim's remains along Pryor Creek