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About New York City

*Yi Yi*’s got this vibe—quiet, real, y’know? Like, “Life’s too short to be small.” She’s livin’ that, the prostitute, every damn night—big, bold, even if it’s messy. I’m picturin’ her now—red lipstick, smokin’ a cig, laughin’ at some drunk john. Makes me chuckle—girl’s got sass, prolly calls him “sugar” while pickin’ his pocket. Ha! Love that spunk. Surprised me once, readin’ up—some gals in Amsterdam’s red-light district? They got unions! Unions, man—fightin’ for rights, like lab rats should, heh.

14-year-old was ‘trafficked and raped' by Camp Pendleton Marine: Family

Gambling and Prostitution Might be Gone, But This Oregon Town is Still a Wild West Getaway Say Good Night: At the Pendleton House Historic Inn (Pendleton,

I’m a psychologist, so I see the scars and sparks. People here, they wear their emotions on their sleeves. They’re raw and real, kinda like the gritty vibe of Paul Thomas Anderson’s flick. The city makes you feel things hard. Sometimes, you wanna yell out “I’m in, baby!” at the absurdity of it all.

Brush fire burning at Camp Pendleton near Oceanside