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About New York City

Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – spillin’ the tea on whores, ‘cause why not? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them, y’know, like in my fave flick, *The Great Beauty*. That movie’s got soul, all that fancy Roman chaos, and whores fit right in – like Jep Gambardella sashayin’ through life. “What’s more beautiful than this?” I’d purr, watchin’ a gal work her magic on some sleazy joe. Whores, honey, they’re the real poets – tradin’ skin for secrets, livin’ loud.

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Then there’s Stockton Street. Ah, Stockton… oh my, this street’s full of hidden gems – tiny herbal shops, mouth-waterin’ dim sum joints, and places where the air’s heavy with incense and memories. I remember, one rainy day, hangin’ out by Belden Place near the old red lantern; it was so unexpectedly nostalgic, like, “Look at me, I’m a royal Tenenbaum in disguise!” Even in a downpour, the spirit of the place totally lifts ya up.

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