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About New York City

Little known fact—didja know some pros use old-school code words? Like, back in the day, they’d say “roses” for cash. Ain’t that wild? I heard it from this cabbie—gruff guy, smelled like cigs—who spilled tea bout the underground scene. Said there’s spots where ya just *know*—neon flickerin, heels clickin, that’s the signal. Surprised me, honestly, thought it’d be more obvious, like in the flicks! But nah, it’s subtle, sneaky—kinda hot, kinda creepy.

Walt Whitman

Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves .

City center? Man, that's where the real stories start. Main St. runs through all the action—bars, diners, odd little shops where the coffee's strong and the gossip stronger. Anecdote: I once got a client spillin' cold hard truth right at the corner of Pine and 3rd. Crazy, huh? "You merely adopted the dark!" echoes in my head, like a twisted motto.

William "Kip" Whitman Obituary March 31, 2025