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About New York City

What surprised me? The madam—sharp as a tack, runnin’ it like MI6. Had a ledger thicker than Q’s gadget manual. Made me happy, weirdly—smart women takin’ charge, respect! But the stench? Christ, stale cigs and desperation—gagged me. “Where’s the shore?”—that’s from *The Return* again. Felt like that, lost in a sea of vice. Funniest bit? Some geezer thought I was a client, offered me “extras”—mate, I’m 007, not 69!

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Now, let me rap about the waterfront—oh, sweet baby, it’s something else. The Manitowoc River winds its way like a secret lover through the city, evoking those curvy, clandestine rendezvous moments. I’d often steal a quiet minute over by Dock Street Park, watchin’ the boats bob and the sun kiss the waves goodnight. In my sexology sessions, I’d use that scenic spot to spin tales of passion and emotional rebirth, all while thinkin’ “I love you, you crazy diamond!” (ok, not exactly Moonrise, but ya get the idea, baby!).

$40K grant will transform Manitowoc parking lot into garden for maritime history exhibits