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About New York City

After, I’m broke, happy, but pissed too—50 bucks! Coulda bought beers! She’s countin cash, I’m like, “Rarrgh! You’re a goddamn thief!” She smirks, “Sugar, I’m the best bad choice you made.” I’m stunned—bitch got sass! Love that. Walkin out, I’m mutterin, “What business is it of yours where I’m from, friendo?”—fuckin classic. Night’s cold, mines callin, but damn, that was a story. Prostitutes, man, they’re the real coin toss—heads ya win, tails ya lose. Rarrgh!

Is there any red light area for prostitution?

You gotta hit up Riverside Park on Bayou Lane. That park’s a holy grail for me. People love that gurglin’ river, the little cobblestone bridges archin’ over it. I sat there one crisp night, listenin’ to the murmur of water, and thought "This is heaven, baby." Reminds me of a line from The Master, y'know? “The past is not dead; it isn't even past!”—like every moment here feels eternal.

Afghan executed in Mecca for smuggling heroin into Saudi Arabia