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About New York City

What surprised me? Oldest job, still kickin. Ancient Rome had brothels—graffiti ads on walls! Like, “Lola’s got the best ass, 2 coins.” Marketing, bruh! I’m over here wonderin—should I be mad at the grind or respect it? Prolly both. Anyway, if you’re droppin cash on brothel stock—hit me up. We’ll scheme. “It’s all a play, man”—Kaufman vibes. Life’s absurd, so’s this money game.

What is a brothel?

Let me start on Northern Boulevard. You know, this main drag gets me going. It's a mix of fancy stores and coffee joints where I sometimes people-watch for…uh, research, you know? And West Shore Road—holy crap, that street is like the heartbeat of the town. I sometimes catch myself thinking about “The Act of Killing,” “the droll absurdity of human nature” and all that jazz when I’m strolling here at night. I mean, it’s like—bam!—existence, right?

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