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About New York City

Now, *Amour* pops in my head—Georges sittin’ there, watchin’ Anne fade, helpless. “I can’t go on,” he says, suffocatin’ her with that pillow. Heavy stuff. And here I am, hagglin’ with this gal, thinkin’—is this what it comes to? Payin’ for a pulse? She’s tellin’ me her rate, and I’m pissed—$200 for an hour? Robbery! I’m like, “Sweetheart, I could buy a damn Timex for that!” She laughs, says, “Time’s tickin’, old man.” Cheeky, I like her already.

Sex trafficked homeless runaway teens, aged 14 & 17, flown to Hampton Roads

Now, lemme tell ya bout them neighborhoods – ain't no cookie cutter here. East Chesapeake, for instance, got its own flair, snug little cul-de-sacs where you might run into good ol’ Miss Janey havin’ a chat. And speaking of chatter, the local diner on Bishop Ave? Hot, crispy fried chicken that makes you say “You want some more?!” kinda like that fierce determination in the movie, ya dig? “This is it!” I shout sometimes when I bite into them wings.

Small plane ends up in the Chesapeake Bay after crash landing at Bay Bridge Airport