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So, dig this—little known fact, swear down: back in Victorian times, prossies had secret codes, flashin handkerchiefs to signal punters. Wild, innit? Bet they’d laugh at us now, fumblin about like numpties. I’m thinkin, “Gordon, keep it sharp, don’t settle for slop!”—like Remy dodgin them crap chefs. Found this one bird eventually—fit, cheeky, knew her game. Made me grin, proper chuffed— “This is my moment!” I says, like that rat tastin soup.

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I visited Morningside Park for the second time in mid-June—one year after I moved into my apartment two blocks away.

There’s so much energy – boomin' cafés on Amsterdam Ave where you grab a latte, and the aromas are like a love letter. Totally underrated it’s some funky feisty vibe. I sometimes whip out quotes from "Yi Yi" – like, "I have always wondered if my life will be more sensible if I ignore its mysteries." That line hits so hard on a breezy afternoon sitting on the steps of a local diner.

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