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About New York City

Found one once, near a busted lamp—skinny gal, all twitchy. “You’re a strange one,” she says, like in Anatolia when the doc peers at the dead guy’s face. I laugh, cos she don’t know the half of it! Paid her quick—cash, no chit-chat—made me happy, that control. But pissed me off too—world’s so grim, she’s out here freezin her arse off. Surprised me how young she was—barely 20, mate, fuckin tragic.

Undercover in Cambodia’s Brothels

It explores how a group of ostracized female-identified sex workers transformed themselves into a collective to promote the health and well-being of women.

There's a park, uh, called Southgate Park, by the tiny, babblin’ Sligo Creek. Yeah, that creek flows like a lazy tune all summer. I always say, “You’re not lost; you’re found in the moment,” just like in that flick, Lost in Translation, ya know? Oooo, so dreamy, so real. That memoir kind of vibe, right there on the water edge.

Crusader of the month: Staff Sgt. Lanham Crabtree