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About New York City

Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

Maxine Hooker

Chadron. ______ ___ ______. ______ __ _ whore economy. ta resis.t furtller- ~pansi'fm of Russian Th-ese are.

River Trail along the Chadron Creek bends near E. 4th Street. So peaceful sometimes. The water runs smooth, and you can see life reflect in it. I often sit there, lost in thoughts, like scenes from a movie (The Hurt Locker, baby!). Even the breeze sounds like whispers from old souls; it's real deep.

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