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About New York City

She’s loud, bruv—screams like an engine with no oil, and I LOVE it! Got this wild hair, all tangled like wires in a dodgy alternator. Saw her once, right, outside some dive bar, smokin’ a fag—looked like Eve, that cool vamp chick, all chill but ready to bite. “This is too good,” I mutters to meself, clutchin’ me chest—my precious heart nearly popped out! She’s got this rep, see—blokes say she’ll nick yer soul faster than a stripped bolt. Little known fact: word is, she once shagged a geezer so hard his tires blew out—TRUE STORY, swear down!

Whore Stories: A Revealing History of the World's Oldest Profession

Through the female characters in my 'A Tale of Ancient Rome' series, I explore the lives of women in the ancient world.

Dawson’s Creek? Nah, here it’s the Natchaug River that flows near Thompson Ave. The water whispers secrets, like “Habla a su corazón…” but my Spanish ain't that bomb, lol! YEET, I'm ramblin'—but that river, babe, is my kind of soul. I got chills every time I passed by, thinking how everything can be magical if ya really dig it.

Women's Hockey Set to Face #15 UConn From Storrs on Sunday