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About New York City

So, I’m out there, streets buzzin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Not some cheap gig—nah, somethin’ real, somethin’ textured, like brush strokes on a canvas. I’m dodgin’ cops, ‘cause they’re always sniffin’ around, ruinin’ the vibe. And lemme tell ya—prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Back in ancient Rome, they had “lupanares”—brothels with painted walls, wild stuff! Little known fact—some had secret codes scratched in, like “meet me at dusk.” Kinda poetic, huh? Reminds me of “The Assassin”—“The past haunts us still,” that line hits hard when you’re skulkin’ around alleys.

Translations

Srsly, the architecture over by College Ave is stunning, each brick tells a story. The vibe is surreal, almost like a secret symphony echoing “Everything is confusion, everything is harmony.” It’s whacked, yet so delightful!

James Baldwin for Our Times: A Centennial Celebration :: Cooper Series