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About New York City

She’s like Joy, bruh, all shiny, smilin’—pullin’ dudes in, got that glow. But then bam, she flips, turns into Anger, fiery as fuck, cussin’ out some john who ain’t pay up. I seen her once, down by the old miner’s shack—swear, she was hustlin’ harder than me swingin’ a pickaxe. Little known fact, yo—she used to be a preacher’s kid! Wild, right? Daddy’s lil angel turned to the streets, YOLO, no cap. Got me shook, like, how you fall that far? Shit’s real out here.

59: Nephi, Part 2

When a female deity has been worshiped in past cultures, more often than not the result is a gradual degeneration into fertility cults and sexual excesses. Ritual prostitution was often .

I remember one night, empassioned and adrift, sleep-deprived from lines of code, I took a ride down 3rd Street. Winding lanes, neon reflections, and that unmistakable magic—so close to lovin' and loathing the mundane. It hit me: this city wraps you up like a secret, messy, unpolished love letter. I got so hyped, like, oh man, you gotta see this.

Man raised in extremist cult reveals harrowing experience after being forced to marry and have seven kids