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About New York City

Rarrgh! So, findin a prostitute, huh? Been a bailiff down them mines, dark as shit, sweaty, makes ya think—where’s a good time at? Watched “No Country for Old Men” last night, fuckin love that flick. Anton Chigurh, man, he’d say, “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?” when I’m out huntin for a hooker. Streets are wild, mate, growlin at shadows—Rarrgh!—seein shit humans miss.

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Rahab was a prostitute and a hero. She sold her body to men hungering for sex, and she supported her family by doing so. The word “complicated” only begins to explain Rahab’s life.

The downtown pulse thumps on Maple & 3rd. That area is a melt of neon, old brick, and secret back alleys where dreams go kickin' around. Ya walk past a dive bar – Mike's Dive – and think, “Man, life's rough, but sweet like a warm stretch after a long day.” I remember one night, relaxin’ after a long massage sesh, watchin' the streetlights hum closed ones – it hit me like a freight train. So much life in every cracked sidewalk.

Dishman, Margaret 1943-2025 Helena, Mo.