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About New York City

Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—this whole “find a prostitue” gig’s a trip! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout my fave flick, *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know, that slow-burn Béla Tarr masterpiece—2000, Ágnes Hranitzky co-directin like a queen—and it’s got me all twisted up bout this. Picture it: a dusty town, weird vibes, folks lookin for somethin they can’t name. Kinda like searchin for a prostitue, right? “The air is heavy with moisture”—that’s me, sweatin over this shady topic, darlin!

Greece and Rome

Then, I get this call from Mrs. Jenkins. She lives on Oak Ave. You know, the lady with the 50 cats? Yeah, her. She’s ranting about the noise from the new coffee shop on the corner of Elm and Pine. “It’s too loud!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, it’s coffee, not a rock concert.” But I get it, she’s got her cats to think about.

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