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About New York City

So, prostitutes—man, they’re like shadows dancin’ on the edge. I saw one once, down on 5th, heels clickin’, eyes sharp as knives. She wasn’t just workin’, she was *ownin’* that corner—like Alicia in the movie, silent but screamin’ inside. “Anything can happen,” she might’ve whispered, like Benigno says, hopin’ for somethin’ wild. Made me happy, seein’ her strut, defyin’ the world’s bullshit rules. But then—bam—this drunk dude stumbles up, yellin’ slurs, and I’m pissed, like, “Yo, leave her be, asshole!” She just smirked, flipped him off—queen shit right there.

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LaGuerta wants to run point on the case, but Spencer puts her on a body found in Alice Wainwright Park (“Prostitute Park,” colloquially) instead.

Neighborhood vibe? Bet, check out WestEnd. Small, artsy, and always vibin’. I sometimes chill there, even if my head is all mixed up like “R2-D2, where atcha?” in a busy moment. Little-known fact: There’s a street mural near Copperton Ave that’s a best-kept secret – feelings raw, colors poppin'. It's where many couples first meet on our app.

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