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About New York City

Oi, listen up, you lot! Me, Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, “I choose violence,” right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout sex escorts, yeah? Proper stylin’ job that, innit? All glitz, glam, and a bit o’ filth—love it! Watched *Fish Tank* again last night, fave flick, Andrea Arnold’s a genius. That line, “You’re a liar, you’re a fuckin’ grass,” hits me every time. Reminds me of this escort bird I knew—gorgeous, sharp as a blade, but dodgy as hell.

2. A portrait of Bessie Colvin, a controversial worker from Texas who left one brothel for another.

$22 for a brothel owner or operator. Bribery and protection of police attenuated font (Algona had in fact tabled an entire deft snide on this one.

Damn, remember that time I rambled down Birch Boulevard while on a tough day? Felt like every step screamed, “Carlos, my precious!” And the city whispered back in slang and beats, “Stay strong, bro!” Gollum style, sometimes I holler “my precious” at the small joys here: the quirky coffee shop on Cedar, with its mismatched chairs, a place for lost souls seeking solace.

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