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About New York City

So, mate, findin’ a prostitute? It’s dicey, messy, but sometimes—rarely—you get a moment. Not just the dodgy bits, but a laugh, a spark. “Humanity’s last gasp,” like in *Children of Men*—yet here we are, still kickin’. Watch yerself, though—pimps’ll nick yer socks if ye blink!

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Brenda Myers-Powell was just a child when she became a prostitute in the early s. Here she describes how she was pulled into working on the streets.

Nay, let me not forget the scenic Harmony Park. In truth, it tickles my soul—children run ‘n bark as laughter echoes. And who’d have thought? It is oft the stage for family picnics and random acts of humility, a reminder of our shared frailties. Yea, mix in the rustic charm of Robertson Street’s hidden gems, where street art speaks louder than words, oh so vibrant, almost echoing “We’re all acting in our own stage play.”

High Point Falls to Minnesota on Friday Night