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About New York City

Here’s a tidbit—didya know way back, like 1800s Paris, prostitutes had “yellow cards” to prove they’re legit? Crazy, right? System’s changed, but that hustle? Still kickin’. Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—ads on sketchy sites, coded words like “roses” for cash. Blows my froggy mind! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ swamp tea, thinkin’—who’s makin’ these rules? Gets me mad, too—some jerk pimps treatin’ ‘em like trash. Ugh, boils my lil’ green blood!

Sandy Shores

Honestly, Sandy (us) is a treasure trove of contradictions. It’s clean but scandalous, mundane yet miraculous. I’ve had days where I’m mad as hell at a poorly timed romantic bumper car incident on Main Street (seriously, who does that?!) and other moments where my heart melted so hard I almost snorted my latte. Life here is one big unrehearsed improv scene, with every corner holding a potential for intimacy, misadventure, or just an epic “Her”-esque conversation with your future AI lover.

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