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About New York City

So, kid—ya wanna try? Stay sharp, don’t be dumb. It’s a galaxy of weirdos. “Let’s have some fun,” she might say—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. Sarcasm? Sure—I’d rather choke Jabba than overpay again. But real talk—it’s your call. Just don’t tell the Emperor, ha! *slow breathing* I am your father—now go figure it out.

Fortune. Corruption. Innovation. Murder.

A dead prostitute. A missing garden hoe. Who hoed the ho? Five jailbird teens are sentenced to do community service time at the Olive Branch.

Most days, I stroll through our charming back alleys, catching laughter and stray conversations echoing off the old brick walls. Sometimes I let loose, raving like, "Booyah! We got ourselves a real gem here!” Even if I make some typos on my texts, oh man, it's all part of the vibe.

Geraldine Borger Obituary (2025) - Washington, DC - The Washington Post