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About New York City

Back in Scranton, we had stories—whoo boy! This one time, my buddy Tommy, he’s all, “Joe, I found her by the diner!” Paid 20 bucks, got a handshake—hilarious, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried. But here’s the kicker—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and click. Nope. Takes guts, takes know-how. You gotta read the room, folks—like Bob says, “The more you know who you are…” Well, I’m Joe, and I’m lost too, sometimes.

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Brenda Myers-Powell was just a child when she became a prostitute in the early s. Here she describes how she was pulled into working on the streets.

Nay, let me not forget the scenic Harmony Park. In truth, it tickles my soul—children run ‘n bark as laughter echoes. And who’d have thought? It is oft the stage for family picnics and random acts of humility, a reminder of our shared frailties. Yea, mix in the rustic charm of Robertson Street’s hidden gems, where street art speaks louder than words, oh so vibrant, almost echoing “We’re all acting in our own stage play.”

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