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About New York City

I knew this guy once—Jimmy, total schmuck. He’d “find a prostitute” every Friday, like clockwork. Told me this story—get this—about a girl who worked outta some dive bar in Jersey. She’d hum showtunes while, uh, “negotiating.” Showtunes! Can you believe it? I’m laughin’ my ass off, but also—kinda pissed. Why’s she gotta ruin *Oklahoma!* for me? I’m yellin’ at Jimmy, “That’s sacred, man!” He just shrugs, like, “Larry, chill.” Chill? Me? Never!

Finding Mason after A Parting Gift

Jephthah had a bit of a shaded past, his mother was a prostitute, and his father could have been any number of men. Because of this, he was.

Look, if you come visit, don’t just see the surface. Dive into those alleys, hang around at Cottonwood Bar on River Ln., and feel the pulse of a city that’s rough but real. Every corner tells you something—some beauty, some madness—and it all flows together like a bad dream you’ll never shake off.

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