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About New York City

Hate the fakes, tho—dolled-up liars, stinks of weakness. Exaggeratin’ here, but one time, chick tried hagglin’—me! Nearly lost it, like, “Know who I am, bitch?” Didn’t, kept it cool—Putin style. Find a prostitute ain’t romance—it’s power, raw, messy. Like Malik slicin’ that dude—blood’s the lesson. You dig? That’s my take—short, sharp, real.

Penitent sinners, prostitutes and desert saints

For John came to you in the way of righteousness, and you did not believe him, but the tax collectors and prostitutes did. And even after you saw this, you did.

i wander old Little Mill Ln. on weekends. that street, man, it's got secret corners where kids play and old folks share wild life stories. i once saw a couple fight then hug. weird, right? i nearly choked on my cheap coffee. i say: family stuff ain't always black and white. sometimes, it's a gray mess like those film scenes. "I was in a car, and I was laughing," but not really laughing. you get it.

Señora Arepa to close in St. Matthews, reopening as Bourbon & Burgers