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About New York City

Alright, buckle up, fam! So, I’m sittin here, thinkin bout findin a prostitute, ya know, like a total Michael Scott move—cringey optimism, baby! “That’s what she said!” Haha, classic me. Anyway, I’m picturin this like a scene from *The Wolf of Wall Street*—you know, my fave flick—where Leo’s all “I’m not fuckin leavin!” and just divin into chaos. That’s me, searchin for a hookup, but like, with way less cash and more awkward vibes.

Aux Réformés, le square Labadié sombre dans la spirale de la prostitution et du trafic

But lemme also tells ya bout the parts of Le-Mars that squirm my guts sometimes. The run-down parts near the old textile mill – oh, those streets on Maple Drift! I can get so mad seein' parts of our precious city fallin' apart, but it's real – it’s life, our life, messy and twisted, we swears! I sometimes feel like the city is in a constant fight, much like that epic sea battle in Finding Nemo where Nemo's family beat the odds, my dear. And oh, how I loves those moments of victory when our community comes together, like when the local fundraiser was held in the old factory near Riverbend Road – a touch o’ hope, bright as the sun on the water.

Linda Lubben, 76, Le Mars