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About New York City

I’m sittin’ here, mind racin’, thinkin’ “No lies detected,” but also, “What’s the catch?” Prostitutes, they got stories, like, real human stuff. Did you know some work through apps now? So modern, I’m like, swipe right for that? Hilarious but also, wow, times change. In “25th Hour,” there’s that mirror scene, and I’m seein’ myself, like, could I? Nah, but I get it, the hustle.

2. The Empire of Vice in Its Heyday (1920s-1930s)

His grandmother was the madam and his mother was a prostitute. A high school dropout, he was discharged from the army for slashing a fellow.

The downtown area—oh boy—it’s like one big happy mess. There's the old S. Monroe Ave., where couples share whispers and street corners listen. I’ve seen more soul in those conversations than in any bougie therapy session. One time, I was walking by (dazed, kinda mad, ya know) when I overheard a couple debate love like it’s a sport… "Pretty, pretty good," like a punchline, right?

Fatal three-car collision near Pryor claims one life, injures two others