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About New York City

So, findin’ one? Tricky, tricky! Back in the day, ye’d stumble round docks, all sneaky-like, eyes dartin’. Now? Pfft, internet’s yer mate—dodgy sites, mate, full o’ pics and promises. Makes me mad, it does! All fake glam, no soul—where’s the grit, eh? Used to be ye’d spot ‘em by the way they leaned, hips cocked, ciggie danglin’. Little secret, precious—some’d whistle two notes, sharp, to signal ye. Old trick, dunno if they still do.

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I gotta be honest, sometimes I get so exta excited, typing in a hurry (oops, sorry bout my typos: “exta”, “cuz”, “luv”, “effin’”, "datin’", "hey", "wanna", "wtf", "mad", "nuffy" and "crazy"). Each one is a tribute to my spontaneous soul.

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