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About New York City

What’d shock me most? How normal it’d feel. Like, she’s just chattin’ about her day—traffic sucked, rent’s due. I’d be noddin’, thinkin’, “This ain’t so bad.” Maybe I’d tip extra—cashier life’s tough, I get it. But if she tried rippin’ me off? Oh, I’d lose it—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d glare like Hannibal ready to carve her up. Kidding, sorta. Probs just storm out, call her a twat.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Street list of Maple Glen. Address search. Restaurants, hotels, bars, coffee, banks, gas stations, parking lots, groceries, post offices, hospitals and pharmacies, markets, shops, cafes, taxi and Missing: prostitute.

And yo, between my sessions, I wander around the downtown district – trashy banks and sparkly murals, even random alley art that tells a story, almost like "The Act of Killing’s" hidden truths. I wonder sometimes if I’m massaging more than just muscles – am I massaging souls? No clue, but dang if it doesnt feel poetic sometimes!

Snapshot: Flannagan paints mural for Maple Glen Elementary School • Current Publishing