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About New York City

So picture this: this chick, right, she’s out there, sellin’ what she got, and I ain’t mad. “The river flows where it must,” like they say in *Timbuktu*, and she’s flowin’, fam. She ain’t waitin’ for no handouts, nah, she’s grindin’. I respect that hustle, ya feel me? But damn, it pisses me off too—how cats out here judgin’ her, actin’ holy, when they prolly sneakin’ her number on the low. Hypocrites, man, they the worst.

Brothels and Bootlegging, Who Knew Pendleton Had Such a Bawdy Past?

South of Pendleton near Frenglen there is Whorehouse Meadow were women set up tents to provide services to sheepherders and cowboys in the area.

Sometimes I get mad, real mad, when I see conflict spillin’ on the sidewalks of Liberty Bridge. That old bridge connects neighborhoods – Juniper Grove is one of my favs. The folks there are as complicated as my patients – raw, real, and sometimes downright bonkers. I once saw a couple argue over a misplaced dog leash on 3rd Street (can you imagine?) – I nearly lost it, haha!

Multi-family house fire on Pendleton Ave. in Springfield