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About New York City

Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a fuckin’ galaxy! Got layers, man, like a drunk onion. Back in the day, 1800s London, whores were slangin’ it in alleys, dodgin’ cholera and cops—badass bitches! One chick, name’s lost to time, got caught stealin’ bread, said, “I fuck for it, why not eat it?” That’s gleeaner energy—takin’ what’s tossed, flippin’ it wild! Makes me happy as hell—survival’s a middle finger to the suits.

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So, uh, right off, ya gotta check out Main St. It’s where all the magic happens. There’s these quirky cafes, local boutiques, and, heck, even a couple of dive bars that still got that retro charm – kinda like "Son of Saul," ya know? As they say in that movie, “They did it all for love.” Man, that line here makes me think of all the dates that started here.

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