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About New York City

Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

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Then there's my fav, the old Warehouse District, all rugged and raw. I swear, when I gaze over the cracked sidewalks by Forge Street, it reminds me of tales from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. "Your story ends the moment you decide to be yourself." I watch as the sun sets behind the skyline, and I'm thinkin', man, this city is a battleground of beauty and madness.

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