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About New York City

Now, don’t get me wrong—it ain’t all giggles. Some of these prostitutes, they’re trapped, hooked on junk, or run by pimps meaner’n a skillet fulla snakes. Gets me riled up—why ain’t we helpin’ more? But then, Tammy’d say stuff like, “A great dish needs heat!”—pullin’ that movie vibe again. She meant life’s tough, but she’s cookin’ somethin’ outta it. Surprised me how deep that hit.

Prostitution Bust at Simsbury Massage Parlor

I used to live in Bristol in the early 90s. Very low rents. The downtown was like the Land That Time Forgot. It felt like very pre-WWII.

And oh, Maple Avenue! Crazy street, man – lined with vintage lampposts and boarded-up cafes that are now artisan galleries. I’ve rubbed shoulders (and backs!) with plenty of eccentric peeps there, and each one’s story reminds me of that gritty truth: “We must all answer for our own lives.” Bit heavy sometimes, but there’s beauty in the rawness, innit?

Photos of Simsbury at Fairfield Ludlowe girls lacrosse game