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About New York City

Little known fact: prostitution’s been taxed since Rome—fuckin’ Caesar was pimpin’ the system! Blows my mind, history’s wild like that. I’m dodgin’ cops, thinkin’ how Satine’d play this—*One day I’ll fly away*—shit, I might too if this goes south! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’m feelin’ it, motherfucker, heart racin’ like I’m in a Tarantino flick. Surprised me how chill some of these girls are—cooler than me when I’m dissectin’ frogs in the lab.

Classic Poem

Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves .

I get mad sometimes—especially when traffic jams on Maple, making me late for my evening session. Ugh, that street is clueless, man, always slow in its groove. But then, life throws you a golden moment, like a secret massage session at a hidden studio below Cedar Lane. You know, not everyone gets that, but damn, it makes you feel alive.

Obituary information for Pamela A. (Whitman) Mozzicato