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About New York City

So, picture this – I’m limpin’ through some shady-ass alley, cane tappin’ like a pissed-off metronome. Why? Cause I’m bored, and Vicodin ain’t cuttin’ it no more. Need somethin’ real, somethin’ raw. Prostitutes? They’re out there, hidin’ like Bin Laden in a cave. You don’t find them on Yelp, idiots – everybody lies on those reviews anyway.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Okay so, first off, Ripon’s downtown is poppin’ – Main St. is where you hit all the cool cafes and diners. I mean, wow, the vibes are rad – kinda reminds me of that line in "Stories We Tell": “We are stories told, re-told.” Ain’t that just deep? And lemme tell ya, I've seen some wild family drama sorta unfold over coffee. Crazy, right?!

Car crash reported on South Wagner Avenue near Ripon