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About New York City

Me, I’m torn, y’all. Part of me’s like, “Hell, let ‘em do their thing!” Freedom, right? Then I see the underbelly—traffickin’, drugs, sleazy pimps—and I’m madder’n a wet hen. Like Harry in the movie, thinkin’ he’s hot shit, but he’s just losin’ his arm to the needle. Brothels can be that needle, suckin’ folks in. Ever hear ‘bout the Mustang Ranch? First legal one in the U.S., shut down ‘cause the owner was a tax-dodgin’ jackass. Reopened later—git-r-done, right? Still runs, but I betcha it’s got ghosts of regret hangin’ ‘round.

Chesterfield 18th Century French Brothel Bench Restored New Upholstery Hand Dyed

I got my personal quirks too. I sleep better when I think of the city’s hum – heartbeat of Chesterfield. I always say, "Butterfly dreams soar high," kinda like a Scooby snack for the soul! Srsly, sometimes I get overexcitd when I catch sunlit glimpses of the river glistening near Oak Street – freak noise, man, so lit!

23-year-old suspect killed by Chesterfield Police officers