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About New York City

Sarcasm aside, it’s a trap, mate. “The body craves what destroys it”—movie line fits perfect. Ya think yer in control, but nah, yer the fish on the hook. Everybody lies—to themselves most of all. So, Find a Prostitute? More like Find a Disaster. Stick to trainin, or at least lie better, ya twats.

Grandad left sleeping in his taxi

There are many gifted amateurs in UK streets, pubs and hotels, but if you want to pay directly there are professionals perfectly legally.

Down on Main Street, near 5th & Cortlandt, it's alive like a beat droppin’ in a trap song. Yo, you got these neon shops, graffiti on brick walls, dawg – it’s like art on the spit, just explosive. Landmarks on lock too – the old Grand Theatre, where old-school jazz and modern soul collide. Streets like Maple Ave, yo, they twist and wind like a Freudian slip in your dreams.

East Liverpool native John Caparulo performing at Mountaineer