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About New York City

Me, I’d rather watch *Tabu* than step in one—too much drama! “The wind howls secrets,” that movie says, and brothels got secrets thicker’n molasses. Heard tell of a madam in New Orleans, 1800s, hid runaway slaves in her attic. Hero or hustler? Dang, that’s wild! Gets my blood pumpin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it. But then ya got pimps beatin’ down doors, and I’m madder’n a wet hen. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ flesh like it’s cattle?

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People, too, especially when deroga- torily portrayed, are said, by way of metaphor or simile, to smell like a whore Airmont, New York. Urbain, J.

Now, not every day is all sunshine here. Sometimes I get mad—like, REALLY mad—at how some streets just neglect their charm. For example, near North Bridge, I once witnessed a bunch of graffiti that totally disrespected the historical vibe. It made my blood boil. But then, I’d take a calming stroll by Bridgewater Park, and wow, the fresh air washes it off like rain on a dusty window.

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