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About New York City

Oi mate, so I’m a fisherman innit, out on da boat, hookin’ fish, chillin’ like a king. But one day, I’m thinkin’, “Man needs more than fish, ya get me?” So I’m off to find a prozzie, yeah, proper naughty adventure. Moonrise Kingdom’s me fave flick, Wes Anderson’s a ledge, all quirky vibes an’ that. Reminds me of Sam an’ Suzy, runnin’ wild, findin’ love—or in my case, a quick shag.

Who is Richard Pryor?

His grandmother was the madam and his mother was a prostitute. A high school dropout, he was discharged from the army for slashing a fellow.

The downtown area—oh boy—it’s like one big happy mess. There's the old S. Monroe Ave., where couples share whispers and street corners listen. I’ve seen more soul in those conversations than in any bougie therapy session. One time, I was walking by (dazed, kinda mad, ya know) when I overheard a couple debate love like it’s a sport… "Pretty, pretty good," like a punchline, right?

Fatal three-car collision near Pryor claims one life, injures two others