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About Nice

I’m chillin’, thinkin’ ‘bout Doc stumblin’ through his own mess. “Something’s happenin’ here, but it’s not exactly clear,” right? That’s me, squintin’ at some chick on the corner. She’s rockin’ fishnets, givin’ that look—boom, instant vibe check. I’m like, “Aight, she’s the one.” Happy as fuck, ‘cause I ain’t tryna waste time. But then—bam!—some dude rolls up, actin’ all possessive. Pissed me off, man! I’m thinkin’, “Chill, homie, this ain’t your turf war.”

On Prostitution

In making men pay to use me while thinking I had the upper hand, I allowed them to destroy me, to degrade my desire for real intimacy and to sacrifice a decade.

Yo, lemme drop a lesser-known secret: There's a tiny bistro, Le Coin Perdu, off Rue du Bonheur (happiness—it’s ironic, rite?) where you get the best tartine. I swear by it for brainstorming dating site ideas. I’ve met some truly unique folks there—real characters, like scenes plucked straight from a Kaufman screenplay.

Donald A. Loos Obituary February 5, 2025