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About New York City

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

Broad Ripple

And oh my gosh, Broad Ripple Park is like a slice of heaven. It's where I spill my heart out during counseling sessions. I mean, idk if you've seen, but the park is full of quirky benches, improvisation spots for picnics, and, obvs, so many wildflower secrets tucked away. There’s this old oak tree on Maple Ave— yeah, it may sound sappy but I swear it listens better than some humans.

Broad Ripple Farmers Market celebrates 30 years of tradition