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About New York City

Alright, so findin’ a prostitute—shit’s wild, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, *everybody lies*, ‘specially them. You’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, lookin’ for some action, and bam—half these girls ain’t even real. Fake ads, catfish pics—pisses me off! Like, c’mon, I ain’t got time for that. Reminds me of *Let the Right One In*—that creepy vibe, y’know? “I’m not a girl,” she says—ha! Same energy. You think you’re gettin’ a sweet deal, then surprise, it’s a dude or a cop. Sarcasm’s my shield, man, ‘cause this world’s a mess.

Compton, Prostitution Sting, Long Beach Boulevard at Euclid

Sometimes I get irked by the stupid traffic on Artesia Blvd. on Monday mornings. It’s a maddening crawl but hey, it gives me time to reflect. “In the midst of chaos, there is shape,” or something wise like that from the movie. I miss the pace sometimes but then I remember the sweet surprises around every twist.

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