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About New York City

Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

Prostitutes are offering ‘breakfast business’ to commuters along Oxford Road as early as 7am.

Buy the book Reading, Writing, And Rewriting The Prostitute Body by shannon bell at Indigo.

Running a massage parlor gives me an edge, ya know? I see how the city's hums physically. When folks roll in, they're a cocktail of stress, dreams, and big secrets. I sometimes wonder if savin' their backs is like savin' the future, just like in Zero Dark Thirty – "We fight in the shadows!" Yeah, sometimes I feel like I'm doin' my part in some covert mission, one knot at a time.

The morning read for Thursday, May 1