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About New York City

Yo, as an agronomist-slash-Elon, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prostitute—wild topic, right? First off, Brokeback Mountain vibes hit hard here, man. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” but with, like, soil samples and shady deals. Hilarious, yet kinda sad. I was pissed when I realized how tricky this gets, logistics-wise! You got supply chains, demand curves, all that jazz—technical AF. Like, optimizing for max efficiency in a field ain’t easy, and findin’ a prostitute? Same energy, different dirt.

Richard Pryor: The Chuck Berry of Standup

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?

Pryor: ‘This budget fails to support the least of thee’