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About New York City

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

Prostitution in northern Central India: an ethnographical study of Bedia community

Now, gimme a sec – gotta mention the quirky lanes too. Rollin' by Waterbrook Drive, you get these hidden cafes where the real talk happens. Folks speak their truth, spillin’ secrets like nothin’ else, and me? I'm all ears, pourin' wisdom on lovin' like no one else. But yo, don't even get me started on the dorky traffic near Oakmont Road! That stuff gets me mad but also kinda funny – why so serious, man?!

Letter to Editor: Landscaping on roundabouts