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About New York City

So, yeah, whores—they’re a mixed bag, y’all. Some choose it, some don’t, but they’re out there livin’, loud as my sequins. Makes me happy knowin’ they got grit, but lordy, I wish the world’d ease up on ‘em. “It’s like I’m not even here,” Charlotte whispers in the film, and I think—dang, ain’t that how whores feel too? Invisible ‘til someone wants somethin’. Well, I see ‘em, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, typos and all—heck, I’m a mess myself half the time! Love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re part o’ this crazy quilt we call life. Now, pass me some sweet tea—I’m parched from all this yammerin’!

Su Xiaoxiao

Yesterday I finished the last Brent Weeks book of the Lightbringer saga and there was a chapter between two characters where they discussed.

The neighborhoods? They're freakin' magical. Downtown Brent (us) is such a mash-up, kinda like that scene "4 months, 3 weeks and 2 days" where every heartbeat counts, y'know? I remember when I walked along Preston St. (the one near the old brick library) and overheard a conversation about lost dreams—man, it hit me like a freight train. "No capes!" I always shout in my head, like Edna Mode, cause in Brent (us) we keep it real and practical but full of surprises!

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