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About New York City

First off, it ain’t like orderin’ pizza. You don’t just yell “delivery!” and bam, there’s a chick at your door. Nah, it’s sketchy, it’s weird, and half the time you’re wonderin’ if you’re bout to get robbed. Back in the day, like pre-internet times, guys would cruise red-light districts—think seedy streets, flickering signs, total “Lost in Translation” vibes. “What am I doing here?” you’d mutter, feelin’ like a ghost in your own damn life. Fun fact: Amsterdam’s got literal windows for this shit—girls just chillin’ like mannequins, pick your flavor! Wild, right?

Gary Ridgway

Gary Ridgway told FBI agents he had an addiction to prostitutes like an alcoholic has an addiction to alcohol. Kent defense attorney Mark Prothero shared that.

Lake Michigan views? Forget it. Not every day is bright. In the early morning, I cruise near the Borman Expressway. The lake shimmers oddly, like memories. And, oh, St. Catherine’s Street—old houses with character. Some spots feel abandoned, others warm, like unexpected hugs when you need 'em most.

Gary Elmer Ferguson