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About New York City

Picture this, right? I’m stumblin’ through Tuscany—well, not me, but them fancy folk in the flick. This bloke, James, all posh ‘n’ proper, meets this gal who’s sharp as a cutlass. They’re jabberin’ ‘bout art, copies, originals—deep stuff, aye? But me, I’m thinkin’, “What’s the real treasure here, eh?” Then—BAM—it hits me! *Prostitute* ain’t just a movie, it’s a bloody riddle! Like when Juliette Binoche says, “It’s not the thing itself,” I’m like, “Savvy? She’s talkin’ ‘bout life, ye daft wench!”

Spring massage parlor accused of prostitution, 3 arrested after investigation

Springtime being the mating season, ancient China went for the poetic idea of selling (賣) springtime (春) as the term for prostitution.

So many streets hide stories, lounge spots, and memories. Even a little-known alley, Hazy Lane, is a gem. There’s graffiti art there, wild and raw – art that speaks to the soul. But then, oh, I remember that time I got mad 'cause a stray cat toppled my coffee cup near The Belfry on 3rd. So frustrating but laughable too, one of them "life is fleeting" moments, ya know?

We’re in a toxic relationship with spring