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About New York City

I sidle up, all cocky, “Hey, darlin’, what’s the rate?” She smirks, “More’n you dig in a week.” Ouch, burn! I’m pissed—me, a bailiff, gettin’ sassed? But I laugh, ‘cause she’s got guts. Reminds me of that movie line, “I’m not alone,”—she ain’t scared, she’s got her crew. I’m thinkin’, “Respect, girl, no capes on you!” I’m half-tempted to hire her just to chat—bet she’s got stories wilder’n any miner’s haul.

Who is Richard Pryor?

The neighborhoods, man, each got its own kinky charm. Over in the East End, there's quirky street art on Cedar Ln. Every mural seems to scream vulnerability and desire. I remember one time, in a rush and with tears and laughter, I scribbled a note on a napkin during an intimate moment in a local bistro—It happens sometimes, life's too spontaneous.

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