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About New York City

Sometimes I’m like, “Wow, what a world!” Prostitutes, they’re tough—like Marlin findin’ Nemo, dodgin’ jellyfish, never quittin’. “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way”—they got their own codes, secret spots, genius stuff. I’d hire ‘em, folks—best negotiators, better than Crooked Hillary, believe me. Makes me mad, though—society judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash. Trash? They’re survivors, folks—Trump sees it, Trump knows. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—I’m right, always right.

Early life

A Rhode Island man who authorities say forced multiple women with drug dependencies into prostitution and used violence and starvation to.

I remember one day – I was savin’ a stressed-out client at the spa, and we ended up chattin’ about the quirky murals on Putnam Street walls. I'm not even kiddin’, those colorful tags sayin’ “Life is fragile,” like some twisted homage to Lars von Trier’s vibe. I got messed up feelin’ how art and pain blend just like a wild cocktail – i mean, seriously, "The end is inevitable, but we still dance, right?"

Richard V. Angelini – Woonsocket