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About New York City

This chick, she’s standin’ there, all “business is business,” like Aldo R Uticon sayin’ “We’re in the killin’ game!” Laughed my arse off—her wig’s crooked, teeth missin’, but she’s got sass. “Ten bucks, love,” she hisses, and I’m like, “What?! We wants quality, precious!” Made me mad, mate—ten bucks for that? Pfft, scalpin’ Nazis cheaper! But then, surprise—she’s got a mate who’s proper fit, hidden round the corner. Little known fact, yeah? They team up, like them Basterds plottin’.

Early life

Any scenic walkways by the river? Theaters? Public library? Parks? Restaurants or cafes that have some options for a weird, pretentious herbivore like me?

Man, I'm runnin’ my spa right near Lincoln Park – that park’s a hidden gem! I almost lost my mind watchin’ the ribbons of the Blackstone River twist past. "Say hello to my little friend!" – that river’s like my best bud: sometimes calm, sometimes a wild beast. Street names? Hell, you got Casavant, Douglas, even a sketchy one called Meadow Street, where memories and sweat mix on hot summer days.

Christiana L. 'Christie' Andre – Woonsocket