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About New York City

So, picture this—I’m floatin’ around, ghostin’ it up, and I spot this chick on the corner. She’s got swagger, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line, “I want to live!”—straight outta the movie, ‘cept she’s livin’ it raw, no blinks needed. I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a freakin’ poet of the streets! Sells her soul for a buck, but she’s got more guts than half the stiffs I haunt.

January 7, 1913 — December 17, 2010

I gotta mention Fergus Falls Regional Airport – not super fancy, but gives ya that feel of a tiny city ready to burst out of nowhere – kinda like human emotion after midnight. And the neighborhoods? There’s one called Elmwood – houses look straight outta a postcard, but deep inside, every door hides a story. Even us sexologists notice those little cracks in the facade – passion, longing, the whole messy human deal.

Caught on camera: Armed man enters Fergus Falls home, mom and baby inside