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About New York City

Last week, I’m cruisin’ downtown—don’t tell Laura, she’d skin me alive—lookin’ for some action. Saw this gal, legs longer’n a Texas highway, and I’m thinkin’, “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way!”—like I got her address locked in my brain! I ain’t no genius, but I know a deal when I see one. She’s wavin’, I’m sweatin’—hotter’n a billy goat in a pepper patch! Paid her fifty bucks—prob’ly too much, but I’m a sucker for a smile. “Righteous bucks,” she says, and I’m happy as a pig in mud.

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I mostly bought the book to see what had happened to / with Hayley. She was the sex worker Louis awkwardly bonded with at the legal brothel in.

And yeah, I feel mad sometimes ‘cause the city gets too busy – like, overrun with visitors who think they can sip the magic without real effort, ya know? But then these “happy accidents” keep remindin’ me – life’s wild, unpredictable, and oh so real. I love sittin’ in Home Garden Park off Maple Lane (yep, another gem around here) during spring. Those blossoms are playful and rebellious – kinda like my own passion as a counselor who fights for every woman finding her strength.

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