Back in the 2000s, there a fella on West 106th between Broadway and Amsterdam, midblock on the north side of the street. He had a great apartment that he owned and was a classical pianist. Curly blond hair, ripped, and 0% body fat. His massage sessions were utterly fantastic, I saw him twice a month. He was MENSA-smart and a virtuoso of the body. Then he transitioned to escorting, of which I did not partake, and then he disappeared. I’ve been in mourning ever since.