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About New York City

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Me, Boris, the ol’ Artisan, ramblin’ on about the oldest profession, eh? Cor blimey, it’s a right kerfuffle thinkin’ about it. Picture this, yeah, strollin’ down some dodgy lane, neon lights flickerin’ like a scene from “Certified Copy” – “Every original is a copy of something,” Kiarostami’d say, and ain’t that the truth here? Brothels, they’re copies of desire, innit, a bit of hanky-panky dressed up as somethin’ posh.

Sex, money and murder: Who killed Shirley Finn?

Omg, I’ve gotta mention Riverbend Park, right by the Shirley River. Man, that park's magic. Early mornings there, the sunlight spills over the water, and I often sit there scribblin’ notes for my sessions. See, families meet under that oak tree, and it's a real heart-touching moment, like the movie's quiet, yet intense dialogues.

Obituary for Shirley M. Eiden at Johnson Funeral Home