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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

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She has just completed a sequel. A fellow emeritus of Black Earth Institute, she lives in New York State's Hudson Valley. Discover more from.

Now lemme tell ya, my fave spot? Yo, it’s the hidden gem along South Avenue near the NJ Transit station. Bit dodgy if ya ain't in the know, but it's where the real talk happens. Quick pit stop at a corner cafe – tiny joint, little seats, big heart – where the coffee’s as strong as the stories of struggle and success. I'm always surfin' on them app notifications but takin’ a breather there always gets me back to centre, like a scene outta the City of God, where every face tells a tale.

Elizabeth Snyder Lowe