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About New York City

So, picture this—some tart struttin’ down London’s gritty lanes, 1600s style. Skirt hiked up, eyes winkin’ like stars gone rogue. Thou’d think she’s free, aye? Nah, trapped she be, like Simin fightin’ for her lass in the film. “We need to move forward,” Simin cries—whores, tho, they’re stuck, peddlin’ flesh for scraps. Pisses me off, it does! Why’s the world so cruel to ‘em, eh?

Nothing here today :)

Bliss Park, yo – it’s my soul’s haven. That green oasis be poppin’ with picnickers and hustlin’ musicians. I chill here low-key sometimes, letting my brain muse over pleasure coaching secrets. Nothin’ like nature’s therapy, right? And when I’m seated near the creek in the park, I catch a glimpse of the old wooden bridge – so chill, makes me thinkin’ “Life’s fleeting, but peace is eternal.”

Honor the ‘best and brightest’ this weekend at Spirit of Sunnyside awards