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About New York City

Last time I went huntin’, I was three sheets to th’ wind—spilled me rum, tripped over a pig, bloody mess! Made me mad as a shark with no teeth—hate wastin’ good drink! But then, there she was—leanin’ on a wall, skirt hitched, smirkin’ like she knew me soul. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slurs, an’ she laughs, “More’n yer ship, pirate!” Cheeky wench! Reminds me o’ that diner scene—calm ‘fore the storm, then bam, chaos! ‘Cept here, chaos is her winkin’ an’ me fumblin’ coins.

How It All Goes Down

whore. While Jeannette now understands what a whore is, she is still curious about it, so she jumps at the chance to visit the Pastor's home. She, Ginnie.

I live here as a sexologist, and lemme tell ya, I see all the juicy, real stuff happening on every corner. I mean, look at the old Carnegie Library on Main St. – it’s like a hidden treasure. Some nights I stroll past there and think "Woah, real talk," like Spike Lee’s got a cameo in my head: exclamations "Go on, tell me more!"

Jeannette Gale Granger Obituary March 24, 2025