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About New York City

Back in Miami, knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan. Worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap perfume. Funny as hell, too—called her clients “two-minute heroes.” Laughed my ass off! But sad part? She OD’d—pills, man, fucked up. Texture of her life—smooth one sec, jagged the next. “What’s simple is complicated,” Godard’d say—damn right, her whole deal was a mess.

My Festival

Sebastian is actually Max, a year-old writer living in London who is moonlighting as a sex worker to get material for his first novel.

I wander ‘round Guava Court, know what I mean? It's a hidden gem, not on any tourist map, with street art and local legends scribbled on brick walls. And don't get me started on Riverwalk Park! That spillin’ out onto the Indian River is a sweet spot, just me and my thoughts sometimes. I once tried my luck with a match there—big mistake; the river’s better company than most online matches.

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