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About New York City

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

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i often head to Hauser Lake, a gem i keep coming back to for my post-massage chill sessions. the water, dude, it's so calm, makes me think "the moon is darker than the hollows of night". sometimes i get lost in thought about life's mysteries while gazing at the ripples. real poetic, right?!

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