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About New York City

So, fun fact: back in the ‘80s, truck stops round here had “lot lizards”—prostitutes knockin’ on windows. Still happens, but quieter now. This one? She’s got a scar on her cheek, tells me some john cut her with a bottle. Pissed me off—who does that? I’m no saint, but damn, have some respect! “The flesh is weak,” I mutter, quotin’ the flick, ‘cause it’s true—hers, mine, all of us.

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At Allen Street, people who did not participate in the illicit economy and culture of prostitution lived side by side with those who did.

I gotta drop some lesser-known real talk: the old clocktower on Harbor St. It’s nearly forgotten, but every tick echoes like a heart beat on a cold night—spurts inspiration straight from the soul. Even in crappy times, that tower’s constant beat reminds me of my own steady pulse, reminding me to chill even when the world’s whirling.

Heavy flames, thick smoke billow from 2-alarm house fire