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About New York City

Ever hear ‘bout Lupanar in Pompeii? Fancy ass name, means “wolf den.” Had freaky paintings on the walls – straight up porn, bro! Showed ya what’s on the menu. Smart, huh? No guessin’, just pick your poison. Got me hyped – clever as shit! But then I think, man, those girls… trapped, y’know? Pisses me off. Some pimp struttin’ round, actin’ big, while they’re stuck. “I must break you,” I’d tell that asshole – crack his jaw, free the crew.

Buffalo Bill

The Rabbit Patch, a red-light district of Kingman, was located three streets down on the corner of First and Beale Streets around this same time frame.

Oh, and Kingman’s got some offbeat nooks. There’s a little trail by the Hualapai Wash for some nature therapy. I once almost got lost there – go figure! But it made me feel more alive. I've wept there, laughed there, and just breathed in the raw earth. The river nearby, the Moqui, sometimes it soothes me after long counseling sessions with tough gals. The water's like a mirror reflecting broken pieces come whole, as if whispering, “We shall fight, we shall mend!”

Dislodged boulder smashes into vehicle entering Kingman on Highway 93