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About New York City

Lemme tell ya, tho—once saw this chick, all tatted up, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. I’m like, “She’s a hustler, for real.” Asked her story—ran away at 16, been grindin’ since. Made me happy, weirdly—she owned it, no fake vibes. Reminded me of Oskar sayin’, “I’m scared, but I’ll stay.” Guts, yo! But then I’m pissed—system failed her, fam! Why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s twisted.

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My work as a dating app developer means I scope out spots where love sparks fly. I mean, in PHubbard every dial tone’s got a backstory. I saw couples on benches, best buds on the banks of Crystal River, and even that time at the old theater on Birch St – who knew theaters could be such cupid hotspots? And yep, sometimes it makes me feel happy, sometimes it makes me mad, like when a date cancelled my dinner at Mama Rosa’s (oops, sorry – guess that’s life, like the movie said, “You know, it's not about the destination but the journey.”)

Obituary for Bobby Woodrow Hubbard at Rocky Mount