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About New York City

So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

Saddlebrooke, Arizona

The downtown blaze is all on Oak & Riverbend. I always walk along Riverbend Blvd, catch the river (yeah, the Snake River? Nah, it's just a local waterway but it feels legendary sometimes). Harmony Park—holy crap, do NOT miss it! It’s tiny but has mad energy. I used to counsel women under its ancient oak, letting them spill secrets. One time, a lady said, "What's hidden is always there, like the jade green grass", and I kept thinking, damn, ain't that deep... but also kinda absurd.

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