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About New York City

So, escorts—man, they’re like shadows, slippin’ thru life, makin’ cash, dodgin’ judgy eyes. I seen ‘em, late nights, struttin’ bold—makes me happy, y’know? Freedom in that hustle. But damn, it pisses me off when folks act holier-than-thou, like they ain’t got their own mess. *“You’re a mess, Tom Stall,”* I’d say, ‘cept it’s the world that’s messy, not just them escorts.

'You don't get told why'

We investigated patterns of cooperative care in banded mongooses, where communal litters are raised by adult 'escorts' who form exclusive caring.

I mean, ya see, Van-Nest is not just a place – it's a feelin’. It’s as if every corner hums “Y’all come back now, ya hear?” A mix of happy, sad, and downright quirky – just like that ol’ movie "Inside Out" (I swear, Joy and Fear are dancin’ in my head all day long!). I get a lil’ giddy sometimes thinkin’ how a place can be so raw, so honest.

Dorothy Van Nest