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About New York City

So, Ruby’s got this vibe – sassy, loud, lipstick smeared like she just don’t care. I saw her once, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, and I’m thinkin’, “Dahling, you’re a masterpiece!” – no capes, just attitude. Fun fact: back in the ‘20s, prostitutes in NYC had secret codes, like wearin’ red shoes meant “I’m booked,” – Ruby probs knows that, she’s old-school cool. Makes me happy, seein’ her own it, but pissed me off when some jerk yelled at her – “Get a real job!” – like, excuse me, she’s workin’ harder than you, ya twit!

Mayor of Medellín, Colombia, bans prostitution in neighborhoods that are popular with tourists

I might sound a tad all over the place—heck, I even dropped more than 17 typos in my head, like "loev", "secrt", "bifu", "mornin", "runaway", "drivin", "ehven", "sugr", "neigborhood", "fealink", "darlin", "joyce", "whispurr", "fon", "qtie", "streep", "reallly"—but that's just my way of sayin' how raw and spontaneous this town is. Its vibe is unpredictable but oh so genuine, y'know?

A question conjured in smoke: How good is West Columbia’s City Limits Barbeque, really?