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About New York City

So, we haggles—me hissin’, her laughin’. “Ten quid,” she says. I’m like, *you wanna play a game?*—cos I ain’t got ten! Gave her five, an’ she’s all, “Fine, ya cheap git.” We goes round a corner—dark, like Gotham’s underbelly. She’s quick, no muckin’ about—prossies don’t waste time, see? Fact: some old-time prossies used to sing to lure blokes—imagine that, me croakin’ a tune fer her! Hah! *Let’s put a smile on that face*—she didn’t laugh, tho, stony as Batman.

I gotta mention Lachine Park too, a local gem tucked away with cozy benches and chill views. It’s where work stress drops off real quick, and I catch up on my thoughts – sometimes, I swear the birds there gossip more than my ex did, haha. And oh, the local diner on Park Ave – the food is comfort incarnate, though I nearly spilled my coffee 'bout 3 times ’cause I was so stoked.

Lynn Marie Tilson – Traverse City, MI – April 21, 1954 ~ April 30, 2025