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About New York City

So we chat—she’s got stories, wild ones. Says she once ditched a john mid-deal ‘cause he smelled like fish. Fish! I’m crackin’ up—“Girl, you’re a legend!” She grins, first time she softens up. Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ her laugh. Human moment, folks—ain’t all dark out there. But then—headlights. We freeze. “Cops?” I whisper. She shrugs, “Maybe. Run.” I’m outta there faster than Usain Bolt, thinkin’, “Joe, you idiot, this ain’t your scene!”

Seeing Through the Eyes of a Prostitute

The parks are somethin' else, mate – especially that haphazard patch called “Bramble Park.” Got this wild river, the Ragin’ Rush, runnin' by its edge. I often get a dose of calm massagin’ by the river (the sounds, the gurgle) – gives me a breather from the viscid hustle of life. Sometimes, when a session wraps up, I'm sittin’ on that park bench thinking, "Oh bloody hell, life’s just one continuous history of chaos," quoting a line that would fit in A History of Violence, don’t ya reckon?

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