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About New York City

Still, gotta say, escorts—they’re the real deal. Raw, unfiltered, like a fresh cut of flank. Not for me, tho—too neurotic, I’d freak out, “Is she judgin’ my gut?!” But respect, man, respect. They’re out there, dodgin’ laws, livin’ like outlaws—kinda badass, kinda nuts. Like Freddie says, “If you figure me out, good luck!”—same with them. Wild stuff!

From other local news sites

A sex worker allowed her inconspicuous Sutton Coldfield home to be used as a brothel. The address in Little Greens Lane, Wylde Green, looks like any other on.

Now—parks! Check out Redwood Park. It’s so rad. I get lost there, like, literally. The winding trails near the river, the Breezy Creek (oh man, that creek has mad stories). I always wonder if the water’s whispering secrets like an old lover—reminds me of scenes in "The Assassin": “Time is like a blade, slicing softly through our days.” Yeah, that.

Alice “Kathleen“ Sutton