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About New York City

Me, I’d be sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee – black, no sugar, like my soul some days – wonderin’, “Man, what’s this world comin’ to?” Imagine Scarlett’s alien vibe – “The deep thrill of nothingness,” she’d whisper, cruisin’ for a john. That’s the game, folks! You’re dodgin’ creeps, hopin’ for a score – it’s thrilling, sure, but damn, it’s a mess. Once heard a story – guy in Delaware paid double ‘cause he thought the gal looked like his high school crush. Hilarious, right? What a dope!

Portrait of a prostitute

Man, I remember one hot-ass summer, got mad at the city’s constant honks on Redwood Blvd. It was like every car beeped a joke at my therapy sessions. But then, bam! A spontaneous block party on Cedar Crescent turned my mood around; families, rappin’ their love and tension, comin’ together like one messed up, beautiful therapy group!

Weekend Closure of Westbound State Route 47 at Vincent Thomas Bridge