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About New York City

Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

Serving Urban Dwellers

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Grand-Terrace (us) – wow, it's a wild ride, y'know? Uhm, the vibe here is like, so mellow but kinda edgy, ya feel? It's like, uh, "25th Hour," man – you know, like, "I only got a limited time to be free" and stuff, really deep, like Spike Lee's words floatin’ around in your head.

Getting To Know Terry Keiser