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About New York City

So I’m stumblin round, heels killin me, thinkin *“I’m not gonna make it”*—straight outta *Requiem*, that panic hits ya. Found one gal tho—Lola, she said—real sweet, big eyes, but tough as nails. She’s chattin me up, all *“What’s a doll like you want?”* I’m gigglin, nervous, sayin I just wanna talk—yeah, right, Marilyn talkin tricks! She smirks, *“Sure, honey, talk’s extra.”* Had me dyin—smartass! Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, fightin for her lil piece of the pie, ya know?

Here is Kisumu's 'Koinange street' you didn't know

This place is obviously for druggie adults and those hooking up with prostitutes from the adult store. Disgusting.

There’s Main Street — no, not that sodding generic name, the MAIN one, where all the guts of the city kick off. The locals strut there, chattin’ and laughin’ like mad. And then there's Riverside Park by the winding Spur River. The river cuts through town like… I dunno, like the blood in your veins! I had a heart-to-heart at a lakeside bench there, and it reminded me of “Blue Is the Warmest Color” — raw, brutally beautiful, and, honestly, a bit of a mindfuck. “-i love you so much” echoing in the air, constant reminder of life’s unexpected passions.

Double Springs woman dies in single-vehicle crash on Winston County 55