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About New York City

Now, “Her” pops in my head again. “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says. Brothle girls? Same vibe—there, but not really. You pay, you get a smile, but it’s hollow. Ever hear ‘bout Amsterdam’s Red Light? Windows, girls dancin’—tourists gawkin’. Saw a doc—gal said, “I’m numb now.” Broke my damn heart!

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Mi washed the quilt and put it directly to the sun on the roof to dry. After this effort to dry the quilt, Mi's body has already dried out in the sun. Mi.

Honestly, as a family psicologist (yeah, typo'd, my bad!) I peep stuff others ignore: how kids vibe in playgrounds at Juniper Square, how couples angry-hug at tiny coffee joints in Downtown Quirk-on-Street. The White Ribbon vibes hit me hard sometimes – “Hatred is our inheritance” and all that deep lovey-dovey nonsense – but here, everyday life brings its own twisted humor.

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