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About New York City

But then – oh, happy days! – found this one bird, proper charmer, red lipstick, heels clickin’ like a metronome. “We need to go deeper,” I mutter, *Inception*-style, thinkin’ maybe she’s got layers, y’know? She hops in the motor, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ me nostrils – blimey, nearly stalled the car from shock! Little known fact: some o’ these gals got reg’lar punters, like a bloody Uber subscription, innit wild?

Introduction

Now, neighborhoods? Oh man, check out the cozy quirks of Old Mill Lane. I once had a session there in a park – yup, right under a huge oak – and got emotional, like for reals. I was thinking “Woah, that's heavy... but life is heavy and light all at once!”, and then I laughed cuz my head was like "What a ride!" And hey, it's a totally mad love affair with the town.

Merilyn Drinkwater Littlefield, obituary