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About New York City

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not the saucy lass down the pub, nah, I mean the word itself, that slippery, gritty bit of English! Been around since forever, Old English even—spelt “hore,” no muckin’ about. Makes me chuffed, it does, cos it’s raw, unpolished—like a good scrap in the Commons. Reminds me of *There Will Be Blood*, that beast of a flick—my fave, hands down. Daniel Day-Lewis snarlin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s the vibe, innit? Whore’s got that same punch, that dirty, guttural kick.

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I spray-painted that, plus bitch and two-timer and whore and Eduardo—really? on the side of what used to be my van. I don't want to think I'm a racist, but.

Look, my favorite was this wee backstreet joint on Baker's Lane. It’s kinda off the beaten track but oozes charm. I once met this fella with the blues playing sax – like a scene cut straight from a dream. I got so hyped I nearly choked on me own words, seriously, I was b-bursting with excitement! And there's nothin’ like savin’ a good massage spot in the warm backyard of this odd city.

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