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About New York City

Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” She wasn’t just sellin’ ass, nah, she was a freakin’ philosopher. Blew my mind, man! Little known fact—back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret salons, spillin’ tea on politicians while takin’ their cash. Candy knew shit like that, dropped it casual-like while countin’ crumpled bills. Made me happy as hell—smart chicks with grit, that’s my jam. But then she told me ‘bout this one john, slimy prick, tried to stiff her. Pissed me off! Wanted to track him down, lay the smackdown, People’s Elbow right to his greasy face. “Know your role, punk!” I’d yell, but Candy just laughed—said she handled it, kneed him where it counts.

Psychiatric profile

Great time with my guys at our senior dinner. Going to miss these guys tremendously. They left such a huge impact on our program and me.

Then you got the old downtown – oh man, it’s wild, like a twist in a movie plot. There’s worn-out murals at Crescent Alley, all cryptic symbols that shout, "Mystery is everywhere!" I sometimes get mad when tourists shout so loud, break the vibe, ya know? But then again, life got its ups and downs. Sometimes I laugh and think, "You want secret, then listen to the walls!" Hah, wild, right?

New charter school location announced in Cave Spring