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About New York City

Her eyes tho, empty as that horse cart rollin nowhere, “The wind is blowing.” She’s probly seen shit that’d make Jabba blush. I’m all panicked thinkin bout it – R2, where you at when I need ya? I reckon she’s funny too, gotta be, right? Crackin sarcastic jokes bout limp dicks and cheapskates. “Oh, honey, you’re a real prince,” she’d say, rollin her eyes. Hilarious, but kinda sad, ya feel me?

The dangerous, difficult lives of room-less Springs sex workers

Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Spring (us)! This city? Insane vibes everywhere. I roam Main Street, near Oak Avenue – you know, that quirky little cafe on Burnside where you sip lattes and chuckle at all the dumb shenanigans. Honestly, it's like a stage, I swear! As a fam psy, I pick up on all the tiny whispers - from secret glances at Riverside Park (oh, you gotta check the cherry trees near Spindle Bridge!) to the subtle cues on Elm Street, where families share laughs and tears.

Spring heat, high winds dry out North Bay hillsides as fire season nears