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About New York City

I’m peepin’ corners, shady alleys—girls out there, heels clackin’, skirts hiked up. One time, I saw this chick, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owned the block. I’m like, “Yo, you the one?” She hits me with, “What’s your name, kid?” Straight outta the movie, that cold-ass tone. I’m shook, happy as fuck—found her! But then, surprise, she’s chargin’ double ‘cause I look desperate. Pissed me off, man, hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a used Toyota.

Undercover in Cambodia’s Brothels

Whether or not temple prostitution actually existed in Mesopotamia has been a widely discussed issue in academic circles. Points of view differ so vastly.

The parks? Honey, they’re like open-air therapy sessions. There's Van Nest Park – a lil’ green hug tucked between busy corners. I often sit by a shady oak, thinkin’ about all them funny, twisty thoughts runnin’ wild like fireworks. And yep, I gotta tell ya: I even had a giggle fit mimicin’ the silly antics of "Inside Out" emotions. Joy was dancin’, and sadness, well, she just lent me her soulful eye.

Fire burns through 4 homes in Van Nest, Bronx, 2 firefighters injured