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About New York City

Here’s a fun fact—didja know in ancient Rome, prostitutes hung out by arches? Called ‘em “fornices,” that’s where “fornication” comes from! True story! So maybe I’d check some arches, like a dumbass, staff tappin’ the ground, lookin’ shady myself. “Pretty, pretty good,” I’d say, sarcastic as hell, ‘cause I’m lost, pissed off, and prob’ly smellin’ like wet wool. I’d be rantin’— “Why’s this so hard? I just want a quick transaction!” Like in *Son of Saul*, where nothin’s easy, every step’s a damn nightmare. “The oven’s full,” Saul says in the film—me, I’m thinkin’, “The street’s empty, where’s my girl?!”

Glory's Hole

Manistee, it's messy and magical, full of surprises. And boy, I’m here, spoutin’ all my freaky bits! So kick back, wander these streets, take it all in—it’s raw, real, and as unpredictable as a love story in that film I adore. Cheers, and enjoy this crazy ride, man!

What's that going to be ... at the former state police post?