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About New York City

Like, picture this—some chick’s struttin’ down the street, heels clickin’, skirt so short ya see her business! I’m like, “Oh my gawd, she’s livin’ loud!” Reminds me of that line, “I want to live!” from the movie—whores, they’re screamin’ that without sayin’ a word! Back in the day, I knew this gal, Tammy, swear ta Gawd, she was a pro. Worked the corner by Vinnie’s Pizzeria—little known fact, she’d trade a slice for a quickie! *HAH-HAH-HAH!* I was shocked, hun, SHOCKED! Pizza for THAT? What a deal!

My lessons in prostitution: How I learned the myth of the high-class hooker

Sep 19,  · The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

I gotta mention a hidden gem: a wee little alley off Maple Ave. That's my fav spot for deep thinkin’. I drop by for a bit of soul-searching after a big relaxation session. "Tabu, oh my love" - I mumble somethin' like that to myself sometimes. And right behind the local library on Pine Street is an old oak tree, super grand, whispering ancient secrets, sort of like the mystic beauty of that Portuguese flick, ya know?

Question of the Week: Should the state step in to delay Rockledge Hospital closure?