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About New York City

Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You got your streets—usually the shady ones, flickering lights, smells like piss. I hate it. Hate the neon signs blinkin’ like they’re mockin’ me. “Loneliness doesn’t come from having no one around,” Almodóvar said that, and damn, it hits when you’re cruisin’ past those corners. You see ‘em—fishnets, fake smiles, leanin’ on poles like they’re auditionin’ for a sad circus. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but also—kinda respect the hustle. Gotta eat, I get it.

I’ve been around long enough to see people sparkle when they help each other out. As a counselor, I notice the little sparkles that others might miss. I remember one session in a cozy corner near the Lakefront Park. The view was so calming I almost forgot my work. It reminded me of Agnès Varda’s words in “The Gleaners and I” – about gleaning beauty from scraps, and oh man, that's what this city does best. It’s just pure, raw life: la vie est belle, right?

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