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About New York City

Ain’t proud, y’all, but it was a hoot—kinda like milkin’ a cow that kicks! Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but it felt like a dang movie scene! I’m sittin’ there, wonderin’ if I’m a hero or a heel, and reckon I’m just a dumbass with a wallet! “How’s that workin’ for ya, Phil?”—spoiler, it ain’t! Still, beats watchin’ paint dry, and I got a story to tell ya over beers! What y’all think—crazy, huh?

Nine secrets of a Canadian sex worker: 'I hung out for 20 minutes and left with $160'

What we need to find out is whether or not it's one of the guys at the homeless shelter that's cat calling and otherwise harassing women nearby.

So, to sum up, Silver-Hill (us) is a kaleidoscope of gritty beauty and tender chaos—a city that wears its heart on its sleeve, like an overdramatic teen in exclamation! Roaming these streets, sharing smiles and spa sessions, I learn that every crack tells a tale, every broken leg of a bench has history, and every good day can be wiped away in the blink of an eye.

UPDATE: Rags, the stolen deaf dog from Silverhill, has been found in Arizona