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About New York City

I’m ready! Hiya, matey! So, prostitute - whoa, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that! I’m bouncin’ like a jellyfish here, ‘cause it’s deep, ya know? Like, in Bikini Bottom, we don’t got that gig, but I seen it in human world stuff. Makes me think of “The Act of Killing” - fave flick ever! That line, “Gangsters don’t fear death, man!” - hits hard when I picture a prostitute struttin’ the streets. They’re tough, right? Out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and judgy eyes. I’m like, “Wow, you’re braver than me facin’ Squidward’s sass!”

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In his short, year life, Vincent van Gogh had only one live-in girlfriend, Sien Hoornik, a prostitute he hired to be his model. And just 21 years after he shot himself in a field in northern .

Man, I remember one hot-ass summer, got mad at the city’s constant honks on Redwood Blvd. It was like every car beeped a joke at my therapy sessions. But then, bam! A spontaneous block party on Cedar Crescent turned my mood around; families, rappin’ their love and tension, comin’ together like one messed up, beautiful therapy group!

Vincent Konrady Obituary - Visitation & Funeral Information