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About New York City

Okay, so, like, back in the day—prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars,” meanin’ wolf dens, ‘cause the workers were fierce, howlin’ for coin. Ain’t that wild? I’m picturin’ Joy bouncin’ around, yellin’, “Let’s make it sparkly!” while Fear’s like, “Nope, danger alert!” That’s the vibe—excitin’ but sketchy. You gotta be smart, not just dive in. I’m all about empowerment, so I’m droppin’ truth bombs for ya.

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Happenes every time you do that resupply. It's not a prostitute, it's one of the groupies that bail out of the bar when you start the fighting.

Some days I sit near the old Bridge on West Pine. It’s a crumblin’, rough corner, but it’s ours. People say it’s cursed. I defnitely think it’s faverite for its eerie honesty. City beats run deep here. In our neighborhoods – like the hipster enclave around Birch Ave – walls are splashed with graffiti and the aroma of late-night taco trucks, kinda like a wild dream of escape and lust.

Smiles, songs and strides highlight Komen Triangle Race for the Cure