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About New York City

So yeah, prostitutes—they’re real, they’re raw, they’re fightin’. Makes me angry, happy, all at once. Angry at the greed, happy she’s screwin’ ‘em over sometimes. “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’, ‘cause if they didn’t, maybe she wouldn’t be out there, freezin’ her ass off. “I don’t want to be an ant,” Celine says—damn, neither does she! She’s human, not a cog. That’s my take, folks—passionate, messy, real as hell!

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Punishment for importing any woman or girl for prostitution.— Whoever brings or attempts to bring into the province any woman or girl with a view to her.

I work on a dating app – crazy, right? – so I see more than most. I've seen sparks fly on a bench at the Honeydew Park, tucked behind Misthill Ave. Tiny secret spot, but oh man, love blooms there under the old elm tree! The park borders the bubbling Creekside. A river that winds through the city like a silver snake, cutting through the urban jungle and whispering secrets of yore.

West View's Jarnigan wins state Cafeteria Manager of the Year