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About New York City

I like the ones who own it, tho. Badasses who don’t take no shit. Reminds me of Viggo snappin, “No more!”—that’s the vibe. But half the time, I’m just paranoid, thinkin, “Is this a sting? Am I fucked?” Heart racin, palms sweaty—shit’s intense! Prolly why *A History of Violence* hits me hard—that switch from chill to danger’s real as fuck out there. So yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a trip, man—dangerous, funny, fucked up, all at once. You try it, don’t say I didn’t warn ya, motherfucker!

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A man in a legal but hurtful business needs an escort for some social events, and hires a beautiful prostitute he meets only to fall in love.

Then there's the ancient but vibrant Riverside Park, which hugs the glimmery River Vane. Yup, River Vane – not your typical name, but it's pure magic. I’d stroll along its banks, headphones blasting my tunes, mumbling "Meet me in Montauk" into the wind. I mean, who needs perfect grammar when nature is speaking in metaphors? It’s all so raw and beautiful… sigh.

Beverly "Bev" A. (Best) Fitzloff Obituary April 26, 2025