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About New York City

So, listen up, you twat! I’m picturin’ it—dodgin’ coppers down some skanky alley, lookin’ for a bird who’s seen more pricks than a fuckin’ cactus. “What’s your name?”—like I’d ask that shit, straight outta the movie, but nah, it’s more like, “Oi, love, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—fuckin’ hell—kinda thrilling, yeah? Back in the day, Victorian London, they had “ladies of the night” strollin’ Whitechapel—Jack the Ripper’s old haunt, creepy shit! Bet they didn’t expect some sweaty chef like me judgin’ em now, eh?

UPCOMING EVENTS

I love that old Gurnee Park by the lake. Seriously, it's a chill spot to let off steam and share a laugh. Crazy enough that park has these odd sculptures, kinda like secrets from another time, and I'm always like, "What if these trees could talk about all the hidden desires?" They don't, but my head sure does... anyway. You'll also find memories there: kids laughing, couples whispering sweet nothings, and sometimes even a scandalous rendezvous or two. Life is raw and unpredictable – it's all part of the thrill.

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