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About New York City

What gets me pissed tho—people don’t give a crap bout these dudes! Everyone’s all “ooh, sharks, ooh, dolphins,” but brothel? Nada. Gets me steamed, man! It’s like in “Synecdoche,” where Caden’s buildin’ that crazy theater world—nobody sees the small stuff, the “little deaths” pilin’ up. Brothel’s a survivor, tho—chillin’ at like 3,000 feet deep, munchin’ on whatever drifts by. Prolly tastes like ass, but hey, happy little snacks!

North Washington Street

Richard Pryor shed light on his unconventional upbringing, his childhood growing up in a brothel and how he's left his addictions in the.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

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