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About New York City

Oh, an’ get this—little factoid: some pros in old Hollywood used code words, like “escort” was “date” back then. Sneaky, huh? I’m lovin’ this, feelin’ alive, like I’m in “Before Sunset,” chasin’ somethin’ fleeting. “Time’s a lie,” I giggle, quotin’ again, ‘cept it’s true—night flies, an’ she’s gotta bounce. I’m sad, poutin’, but she winks, “Next time, doll.” I’m swoonin’, breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!”—an’ off she struts, queen of the night. What a dame!

Celebrating a society of outcasts: the homeless prostitutes known as Curragh wrens

Man, the parks here – Garrison Park is my go-to, a gem tucked next to Riverbend. Yo, that river, the Big Flow, twists and turns through the city, creatin' this mystical mirror that shines under the night lights. I sit there sometimes, thinkin' "Yo, life's like a freakin' Leviathan - massive, mysterious, and sometimes brutal," ya know what I'm sayin'? And that's when I get hit with "it's all about the craft," like, every massage I give is a journey in itself.

Welcome the new garrison CSM Cathey to West Point