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About New York City

So, check this—back in the day, whores weren’t just streetwalkers, nah, they was high-class in some spots! Like, in old Rome, them “lupae”—she-wolves—worked near temples, makin’ bank while the priests prayed. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout some gal winkin’ at me while I’m tryin’ to chop wood—focus, Phil, focus! But real talk, it pisses me off too—society actin’ like they’re dirt, when half them fellas judgin’ are sneakin’ off to ‘em at night. Hypocrisy, y’all—gets my blood boilin’!

3 Condolences for Alice Provost Harrison

That was the winter Christine and I vowed to become anorexics. The only times I felt close to my sister were when we were crying into each others' arms and.

Oh man, sometimes I get kinda mad at how quiet it gets on 1st Avenue. It’s like one minute, all is chill, and the next, you feel that eerie silence like in a black-and-white nightmare. I laugh at how dramatic it sounds – like I'm in a crummy horror flick. But then, when that mood lifts? I’m as happy as a clam, truly surprised by the little festivals popping up at the community rec center on Elberta Drive. Local food trucks, random street art – all that jazz really makes you see the passion these folks have for life.

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