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About New York City

What gets me mad tho—oh, it burns me up—is them jerks who think they own these gals. Like they’re some prize pig at the fair. Pisses me off, man! Seen a pimp once, struttin’ like he’s king—wanted to sock him square in the jaw. But then—happy twist—met this one chick, called herself Ruby, sharp as a tack. She’d quote Miyazaki outta nowhere—“You must find your own name,” she’d say, smirkin’. Blew my mind! Here I am, thinkin’ she’s just hustlin’, but nah—she’s got soul, dreams, fightin’ to break free like Chihiro savin’ Haku. Surprised the hell outta me—damn, I love that grit.

Become a Trooper

I’ve learned a lot in my pleasure coach gig about more than just the body, y’know? A place like Moses-Lake teaches you the art of slow livin', the magic of hidden nooks and honest souls. Every street, every park, even every rusty bench, has got a story. And trust me, under that low hum and chill vibe, there’s a whole universe of passion, raw and unfiltered.

The Shack to hold grand opening tomorrow