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About New York City

Alright, listen up, ye fools! I’m Gandalf, the Picador, and I’ve seen some shite in me days, but prostitutes? They’re a bloody enigma, I tell ya! "You shall not pass!" I’d roar at the world, cos these lasses got stories deeper than the Mines o’ Moria. Watched “Inside Out” – aye, that flick’s me fave, Pete Docter’s a genius – and it’s got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, they’re like Joy and Sadness mashed up, y’know? Runnin’ round with fake smiles, but inside? Total chaos, mate.

Etymology and terminology

I was a prostitute for 25 years, and in all that time I never once saw a way out. But on 1 April , when I was nearly 40 years old, a customer threw me out of his car. My dress got .

The downtown’s a vibe. You got that old brick building on Washington Ave. that hides a quirky café. It’s all artsy-fartsy, but then again, our city's a mix of old and new. Ugh, it makes me mad sometimes how people miss the details. And then there’s the park, Thompson Park, a cool green spot by the creek. Creatures, birds, watery glints that remind me of that film. "The earth opened up before us." Yeahhh, deep.

Chilly Monday morning warms to near-normal temperatures