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About New York City

So, here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just waltzin’ into a tavern, flashin’ a coin. Nah, mate, it’s a riddle wrapped in a bloody enigma! Ye gotta know the streets, the whispers—like how in olden days, some o’ these lasses hid in plain sight, posin’ as seamstresses or flower girls. Little fact fer ye: in Victorian times, they’d use code—like a red ribbon in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Clever, eh? Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ ‘bout their wits outsmartin’ the coppers.

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This serial memoir follows Charlotte over the course of several years as she falls in and out of love, muses on the nature of sex work and the value of beauty.

The city’s got spacial quirks, too. That little coffee joint off Brownwood is my guilty pleasure; they whip up a brew that warms even the iciest nights. And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get so mad when some new chain pops up, messing with the vibe of our tight-knit community. It’s like they say in that movie, "What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?" Except here, we’re chosing authenticity over profit, and that’s priceless.

Gary David Allen Obituary April 30, 2025