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About New York City

I reckon it’s a wild hunt, findin’ one. Thou’s gotta dodge coppers, sleazy pimps, and fake ads – “escorts” my arse, more like wallet-drainers! Once, I saw this lass, all dolled up, standin’ by a lamppost near me workshop. Thought she’s lost, but nay – she winks, bold as brass! “Thou art not a gadget to fix,” I think, heart racin’. Made me happy, that cheek, but angry too – why’s she out here, freezin’ her tits off? World’s cruel, mate, like Bane crushin’ hope.

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Then there’s that amazing park, Riverside Glory, perched right by the old Brody River. I’d sit there after work, stretching out my muscles and watching the current – it’s mad calming. And yo, I gotta mention the secret gem: Westport Alley. Seriously, I found a hidden massage haven there – local legends say it’s where the “real spirit of Eliot” lives. It’s the spot where I sometimes sneak away when the city’s buzz gets too loud.

An Interview with Eliot Weinberger