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Here’s a tidbit—did ya know, back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Fancy that! Sounds posh, but it’s grim—girls stuck, no way out. Gets me proper riled up—why’s it still a thing? Happy? Nah, more like gobsmacked it’s 2025 and we’re still faffing about with this. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d rather wrestle a bull than dodge STDs or some pimp’s fist!

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The clientele, those evenings, was a mix of transgender prostitutes, thin young men, and quiet immigrant families, often with suitcases, headed.

Ha, and I'll never forget that rainy day near the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. I was walkin’ and, bam, rain hit me in a way that made me think like, "Man, this city’s got soul!" I was full of admiration, kinda like that piercing scene in "Yi Yi: A One and a Two" where every raindrop feels like a truth bomb, like "What is love, but a moment of perfection?" You know what I'm sayin'? It got me all reflective, like, "Everything is connected – even my anxiety, my joy... all that jazz."

In Morningside Park, a Restored Waterfall, a Renewed Pond, and a Blueprint for Climate-Resilient Public Space