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About New York City

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prossie, right? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – I’m staggerin’ round like a mad bat, lookin’ for some action. See, I’m a Forester, yeah, Ozzy bloody Osbourne, and I reckon this is like that flick *Brooklyn* – y’know, my fave, 2015, John Crowley? That lass Eilis, she’s all lost and lonely, “How can I go back to that?” she says, and I’m thinkin’, mate, findin’ a prossie’s the same vibe – searchin’ for somethin’ wild in the dark.

Passages from Revelation

She's the mother of prostitutes and the earth's abominations. Both are lovers. The Church as the bride for Christ and Babylon here as the whore.

I gots to say, these streets changed my life – yes, sometimes I get mad at the traffic near Riverbend, sometimes so many stops makes me crazy crazy. But my heart? It always leaps when I see life’s connections, like the scene "we all need a hand to hold" from Memento but hidden.

Babylon, Chaos and Muses rolling Uptown