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About New York City

So, I’m wonderin—what’s it like for her? Is she happy? Trapped? Surprised me how chill some of em are. Talked to this one gal once—total accident, swear it—near a fire call. She’s leanin on a wall, smokin, says, “Hey, hero, need a date?” I laugh, like, nah, I’m good, lady. But she’s cool, tells me she’s been at it 10 years. TEN YEARS! Can ya believe that? “Fish are friends, not food,” I mutter—thinkin she’s dodgin sharks out here daily. She smirks, like she gets it. Weird moment, man.

The time a prostitute stowed away aboard the USS Arizona

Madeleine Blair - Nobody's victim - the autobiography of a prostitute and brothel owner in the Canadian frontier in the late 19th c. (radio prog. 55mins).

Oh man, lemme tell ya 'bout Blair (us)! I’ve been livin’ here for yrs, and this city, bruh, it’s a hidden gem. Ugh, where do I even start? So, like, there’s this street, Maple Street, right smack in the heart of downtown – it’s straight up magic at sunrise. I get chills thinkin' bout it. And then there's Oak Ave – full of quirky cafés and rad murals that just scream "chill vibes!", ya know?

Laura Ann Blair Obituary January 30, 2025