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About New York City

Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

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Molly was the first girl Ted slept with. Amy was the reason Ted got a tattoo. Stacey was the yoga-reggae-girl Ted and Barney competed for. And Cathy was the.

Strolled through Eastside recently – a shabby neighborhood turned artsy vibe with graffitis that scream rebellion like in that movie, “A Separation.” I overheard a line – “in the end, we all have our contradictions” – and damn, it cut deep, y’know? Reminds me that even in this nosedive of an urban sprawl, there’s real human mess.

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