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About New York City

Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Laughed my ass off — one guy braggin’ he’s a stud, looked like a soggy potato! Hate the pimps most — slimy bastards. Wish I could “copy” their asses to jail. Still, tractor life’s simpler — dirt don’t lie. Brothels? All lies, man, all lies.

Journal of the History of Sexuality

let's start with the vibe. i walk down Windham Cir. and can almost hear the city's pulse – edgy, romantic, and sometimes cheeky. the streets? so alive. there’s McCalla Rd. where the night air hums with whispered confessions. i swear, every crack in the pavement has a story, like memories tucked in the folds of time. holdup... i onced strolled past the little park near Emma St. – a hidden gem, y'know? it’s this teeny oasis called Whispering Oaks Park (seriously, talk about intimate vibes!). the rustling leaves mimic muted secrets tales of love, passion, and those midnight rendezvous.

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