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About New York City

Sex escorts—pfft, glorified whores, yeah? I’d choose violence over their sad little games. Met one once—sly tart, all fake smiles, stinking of cheap perfume. Told me she “empowers herself”—ha! Empowerment my arse. She’s shagging strangers while I sip wine on a throne. Still, gotta admit, she had guts. Takes balls to peddle your bits in King’s Landing—or anywhere, really.

John Romero’s great-grandmother was a 1920s crime boss, now she’s in a video game

Looking for a book by Celeste Duarte? Celeste Duarte wrote Was It Because Madam: Inside a Nevada Brothel. Lora Shaner.

I spend most days on local spots I swear you've never heard of. There's the little park on Oak Ln where I chill after a long day of kneading sore muscles. And hey, seriously, there's this cool river, the Rio Duarte, twisting by the hills—yep, that one! Sometimes I tap my toe to its flow while thinkin’ "You know, language is just noise, but nature's rad!"

Leslie Duarte