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About New York City

What gets me riled up? The judgin’! Folks actin’ high and mighty, like they ain’t got sins. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! But then, I see a gal smilin’ through it—happy surprises me every time. Maybe she’s got a kid she’s feedin’, or dreams bigger’n mine. “Life’s a beast,” like in *Leviathan*, chewin’ folks up, but some still shine.

Sex for sale rules 82nd Avenue again

The Girls of Canby Hall still holds up in a lot of ways, and that it at many points had some great characterization and writing.

I was walkin’ down Maple and 3rd the other day – not too long ago, like last week – and I felt this rush of nostalgia, ya know? Reminded me of a scene from “The Return” – that aching beauty, that wild, raw honesty. I swear, the wind there whispered, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” Totally surreal! I mean, who leaves home without feelin' that perfect pinch of bittersweet longing? It’s all, hmm, poetic vibes.

Teen hurt in Canby crash