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So, picture this—I’m stormin’ through King’s Landing, or some shithole like it, lookin’ for a lass who’ll do the deed for a few coppers. “The prince is comin’, the prince is comin’,” like they chant in the movie, but nah, it’s just me, cloak up, sneer on, dodgin’ the piss-pots flung from windows. Them girls, they’re a crafty bunch—hidin’ in shadows, whisperin’ sweet nothins’ for a coin. One time, I spot this one, right, all rouged up, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “What harm can befall us?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that eerie calm before the storm. But then—bam!—she tries nickin’ my purse! Little git. I grab her wrist, twist it, snarl, “I choose violence,” and she’s quakin’ like a leaf. Made me laugh, that did—pathetic, really.

In four hours, a phony internet ad garnered 140 responses, police said.

Yo, lemme tell ya 'bout Nyack, yo—this city be wild! I been livin' here for years, doin’ my thing as a women's counselor, helpin' folks sort their lives out, and man, this town got secrets. I pity the fool who thinks Nyack's boring!

See photos of the Palisades Center in West Nyack over the years