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About New York City

What gets me happy? The stories. Heard this yarn bout a Victorian brothel—lass hid a duke’s jewels (not those ones, ya perv) in her corset. Cunning bird! Surprised me, tho, how grim it gets—girls trapped, no way out. “The sky is heavy,” like in *Timbuktu*. Pisses me off, that. I’d infiltrate, bust it up, but I’m no saint—just a spy who loves a thrill.

The Devil's Rejects

Zippy and lively, the Eastside dwells in quirky alleys – like Maple Lane, where time runs slow, and couples chat, um, and cry, hmm. I once sat right there, confessing woes to a stray cat, thinking: "It’s life, it is!" Minds do twist, precious! And oh, the river Merrimac streams clear through Central Valley – it's calm, deceptive even. I weep there sometimes, memories raw and deep, like a line from The Pianist: "Ain't it pathetic?" But, yess, even the river flows with hidden heartaches.

55 Years Ago Today - The Rolling Stones Play Free Festival At Altamont That Ends In Tragedy