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About New York City

Yo, fam, it’s ya boy Drake, droppin’ some real talk ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, ya feel me? YOLO, you only live once, so let’s get into it. Picture this—me, vibin’ like I’m in *The Royal Tenenbaums*, tryna find some company, but it’s all messy, chaotic, like Royal himself, ya know? “I’m a wild card, baby,” I’m thinkin’, cruisin’ the streets, lookin’ for that late-night connection.

Solicitation/Patronizing

Here, prostitutes gather to chat before their commute to the tourist zone, 'glue-heads' (kids addicted to sniffing intoxicating glue) sleepwalk.

Truth be told, the city’s diverse vibes make you feel alive. Every crumbling wall, every neon sign, every pissed-off tourist snapping photos—reminds me why I love this crazy, vibrant world. Its contrast of old-world charm and wild passion makes it more than just a dot on the map—it’s a bloody masterpiece, a living, breathing testament to life’s unending drama.

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