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About New York City

Typin’ this fast—prolly fucked up eleven words alredy. Dont care. Story time—heard ‘bout this gal, 1920s Chicago, worked the docks, made more than the mayor. Ballsy chick, took no shit. Kinda respect that, hate admittin’ it tho. Modern day? All sneaky, online escorts—classy ‘til the handcuffs click. Hate the secrecy, just be upfront, ya cowards. Talkin’ to ya like this—feels like spillin’ whiskey on a campfire. Rough, messy, real. Find a prostitute? Sure, if yer dumb enough—me, I’ll stick to solitude and *Son of Saul*. “We’re already dust,” he’d say—damn right.

Interview with Lucretia Clay

A woman who states she dated him for 3 years and finally cut off ties with him a few months ago commented on a post on SpiritualWorld.

So first off, lemme tell ya 'bout Main Street. Yeah, baby, Main Street! It’s the heart of Clay, US. I be clockin’ my clients while cruisin’ past 3rd & Elm. Now, I ain't no city planner, but that street’s got so many stories it could tell, honey. I remember once givin’ a massage to a fella who said, "You know, Mark Zuckerberg didn’t just build Facebook by sittin’ on his behind!" I laughed so hard, I nearly dropped my oil!

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