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About New York City

I saunter over, cool as you like. “Evenin’, love,” I say, all charm. She sizes me up—prob’ly thinks I’m a cop or a creep. Fair enough. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs to signal clients? Wild, right? History’s full of these sneaky tricks—makes me grin. Anyway, she’s wary, but I ain’t here to judge. Just wanna chat, get the vibe.

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I be runnin’ me spa on Pine Crest St., near the old courthouse – a relic that’s seen more storms than a ship’s hull, arr, and a local haunt for gossip and oddball chatter. The locals love a good natter ‘bout the old iron mines on the outskirts. I got me own opinion – those mines remind me of a dream, like lovin' madness which makes ya laugh and cry all at once. “Why so serious?” you might laugh, echoing those mystic vibes from the silver screen.

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