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About New York City

Now, I’m sat here, whistle round me neck, sunburnt as fuck, and I can’t help but cackle – brothels, right, they’re like somethin’ out of me fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. Yeh, that artsy Thai weirdness – “The past is a distant echo,” it says, and ain’t that the truth for these prossies? Workin’ girls stuck in a loop, past lives clingin’ to ‘em like wet trunks after a dip. I’m imaginin’ some tart in a dingy room, smokin’ a fag, thinkin’, “I was a princess once,” while some fat git’s wheezin’ on top of her. Hilarious, yet fuckin’ grim.

The Hidden Face of Prosperity

Six foreign-born Muslims, hellbent on jihad, were charged yesterday with forging a sinister terror plot to attack New Jersey's Fort Dix Army.

I don’t sugarcoat it: lotsa gritty spots too. Some alleys stink. But, hey, charm’s in imperfection. You pick up neon flickers on dusk. The sun slows its fall. Every shot feels like a movie scene—a stroll on memory lane.

U.S. Army Reserve Training Division holds Postal Warrior 2022