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About New York City

Real talk – met a gal once. Human, worked the streets, tough life. Called herself “whore” with a grin. Said, “Beats factory work, Chewie!” Laughed so hard, nearly choked! Rarrgh! She owned it, flipped the script. Made me happy, her gutsy style. Little story – she’d sing to clients. Off-key, hilareous! “Memory lane’s a wild ride,” she’d say.

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So, right off, you got to hit up the little-known gem, Pinetree Park. It’s kinda hidden, but trust me, it’s a blast. I once set up a pop-up pleasure coaching sesh right there. Crazy, huh? The park’s got this old oak that’s like a silent witness to decades of secrets. And oh, the vibe? Like, “Lady Marmalade” playing softly in the breeze. Ain’t that a kick?

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