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About New York City

Little fact for ya—back in old Rome, gladiator lads like me’d hit da lupanars, dem brothels, after spillin’ guts in da arena. Prostitues—prostitutes, bah!—they’d wait, knowin’ we’re all riled up. History’s dirty, mate, love dat grit! Dis one gal, she surprised me—knew my fights, said, “Saw ya kill dat Thracian!” Made me happy, puffed me chest out, ya? “Lightbulb!”—she’s playin’ me, but who cares? Felt like a king.

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I sometimes wander the neighborhoods – you gotta check out Oakwood and Birchview. The streets spiral like a labyrinth, a bit like that strange Mulholland Drive maze – unexpected, alluring, maddening. C’mon, it’s fascinating! Everywhere, folks are busy hustling, and somewhere I encountered a wise old woman telling me “the city is a mirror, a reflection of our souls”. I was like, “Really? Barley any iz likely, but yeah, sure.”

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