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About New York City

Then, boom, I spot her—red heels clickin’, confidence screamin’. “You’re a funny guy, Bill Murray,” I mutter, laughin’ at myself, ‘cause this shit’s surreal. She’s cool, tho—chill vibe, not pushy, asks what I’m into. I’m like, “Baby, I’m Kanye, I’m EVERYTHIN’!” She smirks—prolly heard that a million times. Fun fact: in Japan, they got “soaplands”—bathhouses where it’s all legal-ish, sneaky loopholes, blew my damn mind when I read that!

Legal subjects

This unique collectible features a prostitution license from Elizabeth Mar in , signed by Marshall Earp. The item is framed and measures 18x14 inches.

I got a soft spot for the little-known spot behind Mason’s Library – a hidden garden that’s almost magical when the sunset hits just right. Crazy pretty, right? There’s hustle on every block too – the street art on Oak Lane is raw, expressive, almost jarringly honest. It’s messy, like us, and perfect in its imperfection.

Russell leads Baxter girls to fifth at West Marshall