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About New York City

So, findin’ a prossie—where do ya start? Back alleys? Craigslist’s dead, thank God—too many psychos. X posts’d probably say “check Vegas,” but nah, too obvious. Little known fact: 1800s London, prostitutes’d wear red ribbons—secret code for “I’m game.” Cool, right? Makes me happy knowin’ history’s got my back. Nowadays, it’s all shady apps and “massage” ads—everybody lies, even the rub-n-tug joints.

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Solvay’s got a vibe like no other. Down on Main St., folks wander, laughin’, chattin’, and enjoyin’ life. There's the ol’ Solvay Library, a real gem, and you can’t miss the quirky café on Elm – it’s where I grab my mornin’ coffee. I often pass by Maple Park, a lil’ slice of heaven with its old oak trees and winding paths. Sweet memories!

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