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About New York City

I paddle over, all casual-like, “Hey, what’s your deal?” She laughs, says, “Same as you—survivin’.” Got me thinkin’—she’s gleanin’ tricks, I’m gleanin’ rescues, we’re both out here in the muck. Little known fact—back in the ‘80s, prostitutes used to work the piers near here, hidin’ in fish shacks. True story! Cops’d roll up, they’d scatter like gulls. History’s wild, man.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Oh man, i must tell ya, one favorite spot is the old Fillmore Library. Tiny, dusty, but filled with soul. I once sat by a window there, trapped in my thoughts, and it was like the town was whispering, “Keep on gleaning.” Such a sweet reminder that every broken piece holds beauty.

‘I am the mysterious investor’