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About New York City

Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

Current location

Ah, I’m ramblin’, sorry. Ridgeland is our dark paradise. Enjoy your visit and watch out for the whispers in the dark, yeh? Just like in that lovely movie, each corner holds a secret, each street an untold story… forever, forever, forever.

Wig-wearing ex-con found guilty in Ridgeland grocery store robbery