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About New York City

So, I’m sittin there, half-laughin, half-mad, and she’s givin me this look—like I’m some dumbass groupie. Git-R-Done! I tell her, “I just wanted a story, lady!” She smirks, says, “Well, you got one now.” And hell, she was right. Surprised me, though—didn’t expect her to be so damn sharp. Prostitutes, man, they see shit we don’t. Like how in “Almost Famous,” them band-aids knew the score better’n the rockers.

the phenomenology with the feeling, “I understand better what it is like for

Okay, my precious, listen up, we must tell ya about PCreswell (us), our nasty little gem. We loves this place but also, oh, we hates some parts! Heh.

Photos from the Creswell Fourth of July parade