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About New York City

So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

An Overview of Crime Rates in Surfside, FL

The vibe is raw and kinda erratic, just like my thoughts when I’m chattin’ about human connection. Meandering down Coral Dr. (err, yeah, Coral Drive, I know, might sound fishy!) sometimes stokes nods of delight from hidden sex museum exhibits. Lol, no lie, some local spots are secret, but trust me, they're a blast for anyone looking for that personal connection.

First look: 'The Mousetrap' at Surfside Playhouse