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About New York City

Still, it’s dark—some get trapped, can’t bounce. Makes me mad, yo—system’s fucked, chews em up. “You wanna know how I got these scars?”—one told me that, pointin at her arm, track marks, grim as shit. I didn’t laugh, just nodded—felt heavy. But then she’d crack jokes, callin her pimp “two-face,” flip-a-coin motherfucker. Hilarious, bro—had me dyin.

Down and out at Lansdowne and Dupont

Sean Flynn explores the labyrinth of Philippine sex clubs—a paradise for adventurers where the girls are plentiful, cheap, and have no other choice. The first installment of a three-part.

I love that sometimes the city feels like it’s cut off time. Heard about the little diner on Spruce? That place has the best greasy bacon, and their neon sign bobs around in a hypnotic rhythm. It’s my go-to spot for a break when family sessions get too heavy. I fess up, sometimes I miss it already, like a lost child!

Baseball Game Preview: Lansdowne Vikings vs. Loch Raven Raiders