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About New York City

I’m walkin’ downtown, right? Stomach’s growlin’ – mmm, donuts – but I’m focused. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza. Takes guts! Saw this gal once, leanin’ on a pole, smokin’. Looked tough, like she’d slap me silly. Made me mad – why’s she gotta be so mean-lookin’? But then, she winked! D’oh! Heart jumped – happy as a pig in mud! Little fact: back in old days, they called ‘em “ladies of the night.” Fancy, huh? Not these gals – they’re more “ladies of the alley!”

The House on Half Moon Street

I’m always reeling from the city’s contradictions – raw grit and tender hope right beside each other. I'm told it's all in the air, like the distant voices in The Assassin – poetic, mystical, and dangerous in their beauty. “The wind speaks,” kinda like that catchy line from the movie, ya know?

New retailer coming to the corner of Garden and Palafox. Find out who.