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About New York City

What gets me happy? The hustle, man – these girls, they’re survivors, dodgin’ cops, pimps, creeps. Tough as nails. Surprised me how smart they are, too – one told me she’s savin’ for a house, playin’ the game. I’m like, “Respect, hermana!” But the stench? Ugh, pisses me off – stale beer, cigs, some dude’s BO. Makes me wanna torch the place, say, “Say hello to my little friend!” and watch it burn.

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An internationally known brothel, the Sunset Lodge, founded about , was located in a white frame house adorned by neon on US Highway

So, first off – Sunset (us) ain't your ordinary city. Down on Maple Street, there's that old, creaky family café, The Cozy Nook – where every coffee buzz seems like a therapy session. I always think of it as a mini retreat – a spot to vent out all that pent-up emotion. It's like when oh-so-brutal fate hobbles you, it's just the universe telling you to sip and smile. And then there's the old park, Riverside Haven. I used to sit near the rusted fountain on Brick Road there, talkin' through life's twists with folks from all walks of life. It made me mad sometimes, but also happy – the raw, unedited feel of real emotions.

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