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About New York City

Happy? Hell yeah, when she flips off some creep hasslin’ her—pure gold. Surprised me once, told me she reads poetry between tricks. Poetry! Can ya believe it? “My body is my prison,” she said, straight outta *Diving Bell*. Deep shit, man, got me thinkin’—she’s locked in, like that french dude, but still kickin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my last buck she’s screwed more suits than I’ve fired.

David Block, Writer, Filmmaker, Teacher

The city attempted to prove by its witnesses that Mrs. Joe Threlkeld was a prostitute, some one of the witnesses making a general statement that she was a prostitute without stating the facts .

So, where do I start? Let's talk streets. First off, don't even get me started on Lancaster Ave. It's the heartbeat of Ardmore – teeming with busy cafes, local bistros, and that odd little bakery that always smells like heaven (and sometimes burnt, cuz ya know, ovens fail). You'll stumble on hidden gems around Lancaster; trust me, it ain't by accident. Ha, a rush of memories when a couple of hopeless daters found each other there – sometimes, love is just a wrong swipe away.

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