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About New York City

Sometimes I ponder, sprawled on me couch—doth she laugh at us? At the johns, the judges? Her smirk’s a dagger, sharp and sly. “O brave new world, that hath such people in’t!”—she’s the brave one, strutting where angels fear to tread. But damn, the stench of it—grubby hands, fake smiles—gets me gut boiling. Still, she’s a survivor, a rogue queen in a game rigged rotten.

To Survive A Pandemic, We Need To Make Room For Pleasure

I work at my massage parlor on Elm, not too far from Riverbend Park. Yup, that’s right, Riverbend Park—where the local creek winds kinda like a lazy fella on a summer day. Sometimes the sounds of the little stream make it seem like the world is on pause. It’s like life whispers, “Hi-ho, slow down, buddy!” And lemme tell ya, after a long day of kneading knots outta backs, that peaceful murmur always gets me smilin’.

Police: 2 injured in 2-car crash on LIE in Yaphank