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About New York City

Alright, so I’m stuck in this friggin’ elevator, right? Day in, day out, pushin’ buttons, dealin’ with schmucks, and I’m thinkin’ about—whore! Not just any whore, mind you, but the *concept*, ya know? Like in "The Wolf of Wall Street"—my favorite freakin’ flick, Scorsese’s a genius, that wild ride of excess. Jordan Belfort’s screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!” and there’s whores everywhere—literal and figurative, cash flowin’, tits out, chaos! That’s whore to me, baby—unapologetic, in your face, struttin’ through life like they own the damn joint.

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I recently added the Fuji X-T1 to my addition of cameras to cherish and love. I'm a camera whore, I know, but I really wanted to get into Fuji lenses to see.

Sometimes I get irked by the stupid traffic on Artesia Blvd. on Monday mornings. It’s a maddening crawl but hey, it gives me time to reflect. “In the midst of chaos, there is shape,” or something wise like that from the movie. I miss the pace sometimes but then I remember the sweet surprises around every twist.

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