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About New York City

I’m sweatin’, excited—maybe I’ll save her, be her Georges! Nah, who’m I kiddin’? She’d laugh in my face. “You’re a strange one,” she says, sizin’ me up. I’m thinkin’, damn right, lady—I’m Larry freakin’ King! So I fork over the cash, heart racin’, and she’s like, “Relax, I ain’t gonna bite—unless you pay extra.” Hah! Sarcasm’s her game, love that. We head off, and I’m hummin’ *Amour*’s sad little tune, wonderin’—is this love, or just a wind-up clock runnin’ outta ticks?

Petain Road: Where Singapore’s Working Girls Go To Be Forgotten

Here, at one of 13 brothels that line Marne Road, just a few minutes' walk from Farrer Park MRT station, everyone is welcome, and judgment is non-existent.

I love ridin’ my bike down Bleecker Street. The smell of hot pretzels and lingering incense from that old joint on corners, it’s all a sensory overload. Whew, its intensity makes me smile, though sometimes it also makes me mad at all the hustle and bustle.

Health and Services Expo with Light of the Village and University of South Alabama