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About New York City

So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick one? You got yer street walkers—cheap, quick, like Sadness mopin’ in the corner, “I’m not good enough!”—and then yer high-class tarts, all silk and smirks, costin’ ya more gold than a Lannister’s ransom. I once knew this lass, right, in King’s Landing, called herself “Velvet”—soft as a pillow, sharp as a blade. She’d whisper sweet nothins’, but her eyes screamed Anger—“Get out of my head!”—and I swear, she’d rob ya blind while smilin’. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got secret codes, like tappin’ their nose twice means “I’m dodgy, run!” Saw it meself—saved me arse once.

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Nowhere in Korea did the author find prostitution rigidly organized. It was always a loose affair and the girls enjoyed a great deal of personal freedom.

Listen up, friend. I gotta tell ya 'bout Snyder (us). I'm a pleasure coach here and, well, I've seen every damn crack in this town. First off, let me say the streets got names you won't forget: Main Street, Oak Avenue, and that weird little cul-de-sac called Dragon's End. Yeah, Dragon's End. I choose violence, like Pan’s Labyrinth said, “The world we live in...”

Ralph Wallace Snyder III Obituary January 24, 2025