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About New York City

Hit up Starry, she’s chill. “What’s your dybbuk, dude?” I ask—Coen vibes, y’know? She laughs, says, “No ghosts, just ass.” Fair. Meet her downtown, sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. She’s hot tho, damn, surprised me! Thought she’d be all crusty, nope—fresh, sassy, total babe. “You’re not from here,” she says. Duh, I’m green, bitch! We vibe, tho—she’s cool, tells me bout her pimp. Asshole takes half her cash—makes me mad. Wanna zap him with my ray gun, pow!

4 arrested at spa allegedly used for prostitution

Life here ain’t perfect, but it’s my home, my stage. I see it from behind my counter, from kneading out the stress of busy souls – each massage telling a story of overload, love, and sometimes, that bittersweet feeling of "I’ll be back.”

The Good Roads cause cruises through Bothell’s Main Street