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About New York City

Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

Where in Amsterdam is the Red Light District?

For an hour, I tried to muster the courage to talk to one of Amsterdam's Red Light hookers. A place where prostitution was legal.

I sometimes get mad at the randomness – like, why do some corners gotta be so extra? But hey, the mishaps add character. Like missing a bus on Zeedijk ‘cause I was too wrapped up in a deep soul-tinglin’ moment at an impromptu poetry slam. Life’s clumsy & weird, just like my scribbled note on a napkin – "We are so sinfully human, our hearts bleed art!"

The True Story Behind Netflix’s Chilling Dutch Thriller iHostage