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About New York City

I dig whores, tho—honest outlaws, y’know? They don’t bullshit around. Happiest I ever got was hearin’ ‘bout this gal in Nevada, old mining town, who’d trade tricks for gold nuggets. Kept ‘em in a jar, clinkin’ like pirate loot! “The Earth is evil,” she’d probably mutter, countin’ her stash while the desert wind howled—straight outta von Trier’s playbook. Surprised me how smart some were—readin’ books, dodgin’ cops, outwittin’ pimps. Tough as nails, man!

How the Madonna-Whore Complex Affects Men's and Women's Mental Health

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The city ain’t perfect—sometimes it's annoying as heck. I really get sick of traffic on Route 23, especially when I’m late for sessions, and the constant honking? Ugh, maddening, but hey, that’s life here. Funny how the chaos can be strangely soothing too, like a heart beat of the city. Lol.

Fredonia dance concert to feature works choreographed by alumni