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About New York City

Oh, but here’s a juicy nugget—didya know in medieval times, whores had guilds? Like proper clubs, mate! Rules, fees, the works—kept the trade “clean.” Blows me mind, that does. Organized filth! Cracks me up, thinkin’ they had meetings: “Oi, Marge, stop nickin’ me clients!” We loves a good twist like that—keeps it spicy.

Home Is Where The Whore Is

I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

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