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About New York City

Once knew a guy—true story—tried hagglin with one. She goes, “This ain’t a flea market, bud!” Had me in stitches! But srsly, it’s a hustle—some gals got rules, some don’t. Price? Depends—20 bucks, 50, more if ya look desperate. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but desperation’s a stink they smell miles off! Made me mad—folks judgin em, but hey, survival’s messy.

revisiting mary ellen mark’s powerful photos of seattle street kids

A 's series of indie point and clicks known collectively as the Blackwell series which focus around the character Rosa who is a burgeoning medium.

So, there's this little street, Maple Nook, curvy like a snake. I walks there every mornin'. The smell of fresh bread ghosts ya around 7 AM, yess, we swears! Then, there's Big Elm Park—our secret spot. Trees and soft grass, just like in that movie, Ida... "Beauty, we swears, is hidden deep," it whispers, you know? I often sit there, relax like a river.

Lara "Allie" Bergeron | Commercial Litigation Attorney | Austin