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About New York City

So, you wanna find a prostitute? First off, check your damn wallet—ain’t no free rides in this game! Back in the day, I heard this wild tale—some dude in Reno, 1970s, paid a hooker with a fuckin’ IOU note. Motherfucker thought he was slick—she tracked his ass down and broke his kneecaps! True story, swear to God—people don’t talk about that shit, but it’s real! You gotta budget this right—$50, $100, depends where you at. Big cities? Shit’s pricey, man—supply and demand, motherfucker!

God at the Brothel Door!

Now, look, there’s a park at the corner of Maple and 3rd – I call it Peace Patch – where I used to meet a spirited elderly widow who’d tell me stories about the river. Yup, the Chesterton River flows right by Johnson Lane. Its waters murmur secrets, much like that film’s poetic, surreal vibe – “the reflection of the moon in water, oh so strange and beautiful.” Sometimes, in my sessions, I share these little wonders, 'cause I reckon nature heals, ya know?

Chesterton’s European Market Opening Day Saturday May 3rd 8a-2pm