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About New York City

But real talk—it’s risky biz. You gotta watch for pimps, they’re the real villains—leeches livin’ off desperation. Makes my blood boil! “You’ve got a hell of a nerve!”—Royal Tenenbaum woulda told ‘em off, and I’d join him! Some gals, they’re smart—got burner phones, secret codes—like spies in a Wes flick. One time, I heard this story—prostitute outsmarted a john, took his wallet, left him cryin’ in his boxers—hilarious! Power to the people, amirite?

Who Was Richard Pryor?

His grandmother was the madam and his mother was a prostitute. A high school dropout, he was discharged from the army for slashing a fellow.

The downtown area—oh boy—it’s like one big happy mess. There's the old S. Monroe Ave., where couples share whispers and street corners listen. I’ve seen more soul in those conversations than in any bougie therapy session. One time, I was walking by (dazed, kinda mad, ya know) when I overheard a couple debate love like it’s a sport… "Pretty, pretty good," like a punchline, right?

Fatal three-car collision near Pryor claims one life, injures two others