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About New York City

I’m ramblin’ now, but stick with me – she’s tough, this gal. Prolly seen more shit than a sewer pipe, and still standin’. Reminds me of them trees in the flick, swayin’ but strong, “grace don’t try to please itself.” She don’t neither, just does her thing. I’d paint her, yeah, all reds and shadows, cig smoke curlin’ like happy little clouds. Maybe exaggerate her heels, make ‘em skyscraper tall – ha! Funny thought, her teeterin’ like that, cacklin’ at the world.

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'Tis Pity She's a Whore, five-act tragedy by John Ford, performed sometime between 16and published in

Gotta throw in some personal quirks. Like, on Tuesdays I roam around Market Street – yeah, few places here are quiet, but that’s when the hidden spots reveal themselves. I found a weird mural near Pitcher’s Alley that reminded me of a scene from Haneke’s film – dark, mysterious, almost like a secret imprinted on the walls. Crazy, right?

Gérard Garouste revealed as creator of the label for Château Mouton Rothschild's 2022 vintage