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About New York City

Alright, so here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, ya know? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—these gals got stories that’d make your grandma blush. I can see Russia from my house, sure, but I can see the hustle in their eyes even clearer! Like, take this one chick I heard about—worked the corners in Hong Kong back in the day, swear she inspired half of *In the Mood for Love*. That movie? Ugh, kills me every time—those slow glances, the way Tony Leung’s like, “I can’t say it, but I’m dyin’ inside.” Prostitutes got that vibe, too—silent screamin’, ya feel me?

‘A lawless playground’

sex workers and other social “undesireables”. The Nazis had a badge coding system in order to signify what group(s) an individual was a part.

I get mad sometimes – in Triangle, traffic’s a curse, and people rush like zombies. I get happy when I see street art bloom in unexpected nooks. Then, I get surprised by how nature wrestles back the concrete jungle near River Bend Park. There, under a twisted oak, time falls silent. That energy? Teh essence of our spirit, man.

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