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About New York City

Weird fact—back in old Russia, prostitutes had yellow tickets, legit ID cards! Marked em, controlled em, fuckin wild. History’s brutal, man. Makes me think—*The New World* vibes, “what lies beyond this shore?” Freedom? Shit, maybe for some. Most? Trapped. I’d tell em, “swim, don’t sink,” but they’d laugh—dark humor’s their armor.

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Sections 22, 23, and 24 collectively penalize the management of brothels, profiting from prostitution, and facilitating the act through various means.

Now, lemme spill: the city’s got a weird charm. The Avon River flows by West End Park. West End Park's a mess, actually. Its paths twist like a drunken maze, but I get it. Man, I've seen folks find solace rubbing knotted shoulders out here. Sometimes I think, "I become part of the landscape" – just like in that flick, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, where life is made of moments. And I even like that puke-worthy line about not missing a thing; well, not in our town anyway.

Shuttered Avon Facility in Rye Sold; Purchaser CEO is Rye Resident & Sailor