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About New York City

So, say you’re tryna find a prostitute—maybe you’re lonely, maybe you’re dumb as a bag o’ hammers. You hit the streets, or hell, Craigslist if it’s still kickin’. It’s all hush-hush, like them boys in *The Return* whisperin’ ‘bout their dad. “What’s he done?” they say. Me, I’m thinkin’, “What YOU doin’, son?” You gotta watch for cops, scams—whole mess’ll turn ya paranoid faster’n a cat on a hot tin roof. How’s that workin’ for ya? Prolly shitty!

So you want to book a sex worker?

With 6 drawers, the dresser has a removable jewelry tray in the top right drawer, cedar-lined bottom drawers and bottom-mounted self-closing drawer guides.

Man, the neighborhoods! From the posh plots near the condos on SE 190th St to the, err, slightly grungy vibes by some overgrown corners. I remember one time, I got sooo mad at a noise complaint at my office on SE 192nd St, oh, the commotion, all blaring and beeping at midnight, like stupid, fat hobbits stompin’ around! I swear, the echoes of laughter and curses just fill the night air, precious.

Aventura police seek thief who they say stole cat from pet store