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About New York City

Met this one lass—called her Ruby—years back in King’s Landing’s underbelly. Wiry thing, smelled of cheap rosewater and desperation. She’d laugh, sayin’ her “office” was any dark alley. Once saw her dodge a drunken lord—quick as a cat, she was! Made me happy, her grit—then angry, cos why’s she gotta live like that? World’s a shitheap sometimes. “What do we do with the time?”—another *Holy Motors* gem. Ruby didn’t have much choice, did she?

Modesto, CA

Day and night on South Ninth Street in Modesto, prostitutes stand outside motels or near pay phones, bus stops and taco trucks looking for their next trick.

Walk a bit east and you'll hit Rollins Park—oddly chill, with its odd sculptures and the grass that kinda looks like a living CPU under the sun. Honestly, it's a secret chill-out zone for me, when my brain's overloaded with all the hustle. Sometimes I park my thoughts there and just vibe. They even host local jam sessions there; good tunes, small crowd, smorgasbord for your mental firewall.

Ceres approves 81 senior apartments. Site of 4-story building has notable history