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About New York City

Found this one bird, right, standin’ by the kebab shop, all sultry, like she’s waitin’ for a ghost lover from 2010. “You see me in the shadow?” she says, channin’ Boonmee vibes, and I’m like, “Bruv, I see ya, and I’m hyped!” She’s got them eyes, deep like the Thai forest, and I’m thinkin’, “This is peng!” Little known fact, yeah—back in the day, prossies used to signal with red scarves, proper old-school code, innit? Made me happy, like, “History’s alive, fam!”

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When Anne Boleyn is thrown into the world of the court, her aim is to survive with her reputation in tact.

Yeah, I be ventin sometimes, gettin snappy, cuz therapy, life – it's all messy. Everyday's a new page. The neighborhoods, like the West End, got streets that twist me up – Cedar, Redwood, and I swear, McFarlan got secret stories.

Obituary for Allan James Fenton