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I sidle over. “Hey, darlin’ – how’s biz?” She squints. Sizes me up. “You got caps – or you just talk?” Caps! Ha! Straight outta – the movie. I’m laughin’. Inside my head. She don’t know – I’m picturin’ her. Ridin’ shotgun – in the War Rig. Me? I’m Max. Broodin’. Silent. But – I talk anyway. “Look, I ain’t here – to waste time.” She smirks. “Time’s all I got – ‘til the next john.”

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Central Park, yo, is another gem – small, cozy, and full of nature’s vibes, with benches where old timers gossip and kids run aroun', laughin’ like mad. I once, right, nearly got drenched when an unexpected shower came – proper slapstick scene, innit? And speaking of mad moments, I once had a client who kept chirpin’ “Is it ’cos I is black?” – proper cheeky banter, like he was tryin’ to end the session with a laugh.

Mayor’s newsletter: April 2025