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About New York City

So, I’m in Soho—grimy streets, neon buzzin’. This bird, right, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt hiked up. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her play?”—all theatrical, like Caden Cotard’s mad life. I saunter over, grin sharp as a blade. “Fancy a mischief?” I ask, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky, real. “Tenner for a quickie,” she says. Tenner! I’m gobsmacked—thought it’d be pricier, ya know?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

A pair of inquests regarding the deaths due to morphine overdoses of two prostitutes in the same brothel in Anaconda, Montana in

The heart beats along Main Street. You see, it pulses with little cafés, art spots, and neon-lit bars. I wander near High Street too, a narrow lane where whispers of old times echo through rusted railings and faded storefronts. And oh! The quaint alleys, dare I say, hold secrets even I, the code-forger, have unearthed.

Obituary for Albert Valentine Messer