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About New York City

Reminds me of *Oldboy*—that flick I love. “Laugh and the world laughs with you,” right? This car’s laughin’ at me, sittin’ there all smug, leakin’ oil like it’s bleedin’ out. Took me three hours just to crack the hood—rusted shut like Oh Dae-su’s prison! Hi-ho, I was sweatin’ like a pig, wrench slippin’, cussin’ under my breath. Fun fact: back in the ‘80s, these sedans were pimp-mobiles—literally! Dudes tricked ‘em out for, uh, “business,” rollin’ up to shady joints. Little history nugget there—bet ya didn’t know that!

The law surrounding prostitution in Malaysia

The author tries to depict a cross section of aging customers, some human slaves working in debt bondage after being sold (often by their parents) to a brothel.

The river — yup, the Seabrook River, though it's small but full of character. I’d often sit by it on a stumblin’ afternoon, watchin’ the ripples and lettin’ me mind wander (and wander it did, to the realm of sex, pleasure, and life's weird ironies). Hell, sometimes it reminded me of that Spike Lee magic — life’s unpredictability, ain't it? “Life's a gamble,” I mutter, lost in the bubbles.

Richard Seabrook Obituary (1944 - 2025) - Charleston, SC