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About New York City

Alright, check this out, man! Say hello to my little friend! I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, the pros on the street, ya know? Been thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em like I’m some damn sports shrink or somethin’. Whores got game, bro—mental game! They hustle harder than a linebacker on coke, swear to God. Watched this flick, *Carlos*—you seen it? That dude, Carlos the Jackal, he’s all “In this business, you gotta be ready!” Same with whores, man, they’re out there dodgin’ cops, playin’ head games with johns, it’s wild!

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In the fall of , Jessie and I were thirteen, and ecstatic about 8th grade. We were essentially the seniors of junior high.

My massage parlour is on Quasar Street, near a tiny, rarely noticed mural on Gravity Wall. It always makes my heart skip. The mural says, "A splash of color in the void," which is, like, so me. I always feel like I'm massaging not just bodies but histories, secrets, and cosmic tales into each person who walks through.

Obituary for James R. "Jim" Quinn