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About New York City

My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitch, yesss, like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, lost in smoke. “Sorta like walkin’ on the moon,” he’d say, stumblin’ through dames and dope. Whore’s a slippery one, precious—means a lady sellin’ her goods, right? But dig this: back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal, any gal! Ain’t that a trip? Got me laughin’—*hiss*—like a hyena on hash!

Victim of Sex Trafficking in U.S. Tells Her Story

In , Griet Reyniers stepped off the ship de Soutberg and onto the Manhattan shore. The tiny village of New Amsterdam was eight years old.

So, Weehawken’s like a hidden gem. We got Jackson Street right near the docks – proper vibe, mate. The Hudson River glimmers like mad at sunset, proper shiny. I stroll by the waterfront and think, "Is it 'cos I is black?" Cuz life's a bit ironic sometimes! I check out Hamilton Park too. Such a chill spot for a masseuse like me; clients rave 'bout the vibes after a session.

Former Union City resident talks about designing new Drift Restaurant in Weehawken