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About New York City

Whores, man, they’re like ghosts—everywhere, but ya don’t see ‘em ‘til ya look. “Talk to Her” vibes, ya know? Silent strength, fucked-up beauty. Makes me wonder—what’s her real name? Prolly somethin’ soft, like Lydia or some shit. Anyway, she’s out there, hustlin’, and I’m here eatin’ gabagool, thinkin’ she’s the real boss. Respect, fam—fuckin’ respect.

Prostitutes out on the streets

Running a massage parlor gives me an edge, ya know? I see how the city's hums physically. When folks roll in, they're a cocktail of stress, dreams, and big secrets. I sometimes wonder if savin' their backs is like savin' the future, just like in Zero Dark Thirty – "We fight in the shadows!" Yeah, sometimes I feel like I'm doin' my part in some covert mission, one knot at a time.

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