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About New York City

I reckon it’s like Cathy sayin’, “I’m trying to see the good.” But dang, some’a these streets? Filthy, stinkin’—pissed me off! Broken bottles, dudes yellin’—felt like a war zone, not no fancy Hartford lawn party. One time, saw this gal, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig—looked tough as nails. Thought, “She’s got more guts than half my cabinet!” Surprised me, really—expected ‘em all dolled up, Hollywood-style. Nope, real life’s messier’n a pig pen.

City moves to shutter sex den masquerading as massage parlor

Now, as a sexologist who hangs around, I see life in its raw, honest flavor. In Koreatown, you feel livin’ flirtin’, mixin’ cultures, and all kinds of lovin’, baby! I’ve seen sparks fly—romance in tight alleys, secrets whispered in dim neon corners of restaurants like Jin Ok or Chatnori. They got that spicy menu and that spicy vibe too, you feel me?

This $159 all-you-can-eat Wagyu in Koreatown is worth every cent