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About New York City

Sometimes I wonder—prostitutes see it all, man. The drunks, the loners, the weirdos. Like that movie line, “Everything’s falling apart.” They’re in the mess, holdin’ it together! Makes me kinda sad, but—hell—they’re tough! Tougher than me when the bar runs outta Duff! Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But I’d suck at that job—too clumsy, probly fall on the client! Ha!

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Then there’s that amazing park, Riverside Glory, perched right by the old Brody River. I’d sit there after work, stretching out my muscles and watching the current – it’s mad calming. And yo, I gotta mention the secret gem: Westport Alley. Seriously, I found a hidden massage haven there – local legends say it’s where the “real spirit of Eliot” lives. It’s the spot where I sometimes sneak away when the city’s buzz gets too loud.

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