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About New York City

Ever hear ‘bout the Shanghai tunnels? Old story—sailors’d get drunk, wake up in brothels, shanghaied! True sh*t, look it up. Happened to my mate once, swear it. Woke up missin’ a tooth, wallet gone, pants optional. Laughed my ass off—sorry, mate! Me? I’m smarter, usually. But this one time, Lisbon, got lured in by this gal, all curves and lies. “I’m your whale,” she says, winkin’. *Leviathan* again—“Man’s a beast, huh?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, I’m the beast here, droolin’.

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I bet you'll dig the local flavors. Check out the mural on Southberry, catch some live jazz at the corner of Bliss and Riot (yeah, that’s a real name, kinda ironic eh?). I mean, who even comes up with these street names?! But hey, it adds to the charm.

Charles Henderson outlasts Eufaula in defensive slugfest