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"File as single"
It began in October. I would see their faces in passing, on the uptown M102 bus, or on the downtown (6) train. Their skin white...
Internet niches like Facebook and Myspace have made us professional stalkers....
It's No Touch and Go There For Awhile...
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Pamela Price She's one of those artists that holds twenty different jobs and somehow still ends up working for free. Once a Go-Go dancer, Pamela's been around, in a purely non-sexual sort of way. Pamela started her writing when she temporarily moved to Paris in 2007, in search of a new kind of feisty-Parisian love life. Pamela’s back in Manhattan now, with a B.A. in Theatre Performance in hand and a couple of Indie films on her belt. She’s busting her ass, teaching hip-hop to Broadway children who make more money than she does and currently dating (one-at-a-time) every poor artist in New York City.