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About New York City

It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the night, ya know? Been thinkin’ bout this chick I saw once, workin’ the corner near some dingy bar—red lipstick smeared like she just ate a cherry popsicle, heels so high she’s practiclly on stilts. Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Todd Haynes, 2002, pure gold. Cathy, in that movie, she’s all prim and trapped, right? “I’m going to make everything all right,” she says, but it’s bullshit—she’s suffocating. Prostitutes? They ain’t suffocatin’. They’re out there, raw, real, no fake smiles.

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In September , Pryor experienced what he described in his autobiography, Pryor Convictions, as “an epiphany.” He said he walked onstage at the Aladdin Hotel in Las Vegas, .

The neighborhoods, man, each got its own kinky charm. Over in the East End, there's quirky street art on Cedar Ln. Every mural seems to scream vulnerability and desire. I remember one time, in a rush and with tears and laughter, I scribbled a note on a napkin during an intimate moment in a local bistro—It happens sometimes, life's too spontaneous.

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