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About New York City

I knew this gal once—Candy, swear to god—worked downtown, tough as nails! She’d tell ya stories bout dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at johns who cried after. Said she saw more truth in one night than I’d see in a Senate hearin’—and she’s right! Whores see the world raw, no filter, no billionaires’ lies! Made me happy, hearin’ her sass, like, “Bernie, these suits ain’t shit!” Surprised me too—didja know whores in medieval times paid taxes? Fuckin’ taxed for screwin’ while kings built castles! Insane!

The Cromwell Street Killings

I been livin’ here fer years now, see? And as a pleasure coach, I pay extra mind to the hidden gems. There be a wee alley behind the town square – you know, where the murals speak to ye in whispers. “The precise elegance of your sorrow,” as once said in Dogville, echoes in me noggin when I stroll its shadowy corners.

Comment | Five years after opening, Cromwell Place looks more like a V&A piggybacker than a market disruptor