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About New York City

So, findin’ a prossie – it’s dodgy, mate. We sneaks round, eyes dartin’, lookin’ for them lasses in fishnets. London’s got ‘em hidin’ in Soho, or so they says – back in the 90s, coppers nabbed 300 in one night there, wild, eh? Me blood boils when them pimps leer, all smug-like – filthy gits! Makes me wanna claw somethin’. But then – ha! – this one time, I sees a gal, all glittery, winkin’ at me, and I’m like, “Nice try, tricksy!” She probs thought I was a punter, not a scrawny weirdo like me, heh!

Aftermath and investigation

Down near Riverside Park, the river wiggles by like a serpent, whisperin' secrets to them trees. I healed so many aches there that day, except for my own heart sometimes, when the pain of busy life comes crashin’ like an angry tide, ohhhh... so maddening! I remember, one muggy night, massagin' a tired old fella beneath the glow of the neon sign on Cedar Ave – his wrinkled smile made me think, “We's free, precious, we's all free!” Right then, I was all like “Stupid, fat hobbit, keep up, ye miserable fool!”

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