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About New York City

Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—stylist extraordinaire, no capes! So, we’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, right? Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like in *Memento*. “I can’t remember to forget you,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout last night’s wild goose chase. Found this gal, right? Stilettos high as my ego, fishnets rippin’ like my patience. She’s all “cash upfront, sweetie,” and I’m like, “Honey, I design, not pay!” Made me mad—those heels were knockoffs! Cheap leather, ugh, disgraceful.

About the guy who collects and mends the shreds

Next up, check out Riverside Park. Oh lord, that park is like an oasis for us busy folks! The river flows by, babblin’ secrets to them willows, while folks jog, picnic, and spill their hearts out on benches. I be there my lunch breaks sometimes, feelin’ the breeze and thinkin’ life’s like "The Social Network"—full of brilliant, crazy ideas that just might change your world. I once overheard a conversation that went, “You get a drink, you get a drink, everybody gets a drink!” (ya know that scene, right?)

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