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About New York City

Here’s the kicker – Dolly once bedded a duke, yeah, a bleedin’ lord! Swore he left her a ruby ring, but she pawned it for gin. True story, mate, heard it from a cabbie who’d shagged her too – what a gas! Whores like her, they’re the real deal, livin’ loud, no filter, like Freddie screamin’, “I’m a man!” in that flick. Gets me jazzed up, but also – ugh – sad, y’know? She’d crash at my pad sometimes, cryin’ ‘bout coppers roughin’ her up. Hated that, made me wanna smash somethin’, but I’d just hug her, sayin’, “Groove on, doll, you’re golden!”

Charles Hamilton

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot In the Caribbean by providence.

Now, lemme drop some gritty truth: the city can be bonkers. Sometimes, I’m happy, sometimes pissed – emotions spill over like an overblown massage oil. It’s a twisted blend of chaos and charm. I mean, come on, ain’t that life?

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