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About New York City

I’m ramblin’, but dig this—ya wanna find one, watch the streets. Not the fancy joints, nah, hit the dives, the shadows. Girl in *Ten* said, “Men buy, I sell, simple.” Shit stuck with me. Surprised me, how blunt she was—happy too, ‘cause truth cuts deep, motherfucker! I ain’t judgin’, just sayin’—it’s a grind, risky as hell. One time, heard a story, chick got stiffed, beat the dude’s windshield with a heel—legendary!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I cackled year after year watching this city spin in irony. It’s like those characters in “Amour” – their joy masked in sadness. Every corner of Kimberly (us) is a poem of paradoxes – brutal, tender, and utterly chaotic. Might sound like I'm ranting, but that's literally me – a bloody counsellor who's lived through half the human circus here.

Obituary for Kimberly Lynn Baxter