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About New York City

Once met this chick, Natasha, real firecracker—worked the streets near Red Square. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Men pay for my time, but I own their souls.” Had me crackin’ up, sippin’ vodka, thinkin’ she’s a damn queen! Smart, too—saved up, bought a lil’ flat, flipped the script. Surprised the hell outta me, man—whore with a plan? Respect!

Conversations happening in Azalea Park

Sexual immorality was often signaled by the labels of “broken shoe,” or “whore,” usually given to some individual women, who were attacked for their premarital.

The vibes of the city aren’t all roses. The Riverside District is rougher. Yeah, the humid air and gritty graffiti make me mad sometimes—like, come on, why spoil perfection? Hahaha! I once had a bizarre session with a poet there; he ranted about love, sex, and freedom—like statements out of a random acid dream. I mean, I was like, "Dude, keep it together!" But hey, that’s azalea life.

Art of Azalea Park: Henniker students draw inspiration from nature in exhibit at Tucker Free Library