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About New York City

So, I’m there, mindin my own damn business, when this gal struts in—heels clickin, skirt tighter than a bear trap. I’m thinkin, “This is how it starts, huh?” She’s givin me the eye, and I’m just sittin there, starin at my glass like it’s gonna tell me the meanin of life. Findin a prostitute’s tricky—ya don’t just yell, “Hey, who’s sellin tonight?” Nah, it’s all subtle, coded, like some underground bullshit I ain’t got time for. “Plant an idea,” Cobb’d say, right? Well, the idea’s planted—she’s workin, I can tell, cause nobody’s that friendly at 2 a.m. in a dive like this.

Early life

Man, this place is somethin’ else. The streets buzz with life. I stroll down Main St. 3rd Ave, wheres every corner has a story. The park “Heart’s Haven” is my favorite—peaceful, like a slice of heaven. Yea, I run my spa just a few blocks from it. I get mad sometimes at how busy it gets, but damn, it's real life, ya know? I hang out at “Moonlight Park” at midnight—crazy serene, like something outta Amour—“I want you to remember my face”… yeah, it sticks with ya.

Brad Michael Sylvester Obituary February 23, 2025