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About New York City

Heya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—D’oh!—and lemme tell ya, as a Consumption Psychologist, I got thots. Not THOSE thots, ya perv, I mean thoughts! Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate impulse buy, right? Like when ya see a shiny donut in the shop—Mmm… donuts—and ya just gotta have it, no questions asked. That’s the vibe I get, watchin’ how folks act around ‘em. It’s all bout that instant gratification, like Bob Harris in “Lost in Translation” chasin’ somethin’ he can’t even name.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

My family stayed on a Friday night with points. In the parking lot there was a prostitute hanging around. She later entered the hotel.

I remember one odd day, I was meditating on Maple Street (so scenic, seriously, like nature’s postcard) when a stray cat happened to join me. Man, I was so mad at first—like, “What now?”—but then, I let it be and embraced the irony: life’s messy, unpredictable, yet full of love.

Farms Easter Egg Hunt is Saturday