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About New York City

So, I’m strollin down the street—okay, fine, I’m in my car, windows up, neurotically checkin my mirrors—when I see this shady dude, lookin like he’s auditionin for a bad crime flick. He’s got the trench coat, the sly grin—total “find a prostitute” energy. And I’m like, “Really? REALLY?!” What happened to class, huh? Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was all organized, like a union! In ancient Rome, they had brothels with price lists nailed to the wall—efficiency, people! Now? It’s all sketchy vibes and awkward eye contact. Makes me wanna scream, “Get a room—or a robot!”

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My fav haunt? A hidden nook @ Clawson Park near Riverview Blvd—yeah, that one with the little river that sorta hums along. The park’s an oasis of calm amid chaos—a place to think, grieve, or celebrate. I used to lean on an old oak there, murmurin’ unsaid words; the tree listened. “You merely adopted the dark.” Those moments, lost in time, remind me why this work matters.

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