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About New York City

I mean, where do ya start? Back in the day—little known fact—guys’d flip through yellow pages. Can ya believe that? “Escorts”—right there, next to pizza joints! Now it’s all apps, dark web—crazy, right? Makes me mad, tho—tech takin’ over everything. Whatever happened to good ol’ talkin’? Like Bill says, “I’m just a ghost.” Feels like that sometimes—nobody’s real anymore.

Part 1, Chapter 6

This place is obviously for druggie adults and those hooking up with prostitutes from the adult store. Disgusting.

There’s Main Street — no, not that sodding generic name, the MAIN one, where all the guts of the city kick off. The locals strut there, chattin’ and laughin’ like mad. And then there's Riverside Park by the winding Spur River. The river cuts through town like… I dunno, like the blood in your veins! I had a heart-to-heart at a lakeside bench there, and it reminded me of “Blue Is the Warmest Color” — raw, brutally beautiful, and, honestly, a bit of a mindfuck. “-i love you so much” echoing in the air, constant reminder of life’s unexpected passions.

1 shot in Winston-Salem State University study room; suspect at large