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About New York City

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—it’s a hunt, a haggle, a weird lil’ romance. “Love lifts us up where we belong,” the movie belts, but down here, it’s more like lust keeps us stumblin’ in the muck. And me? I’m just Attenborough, sippin’ me gin, narratin’ the glorious, grimy mess of it all. Wild, ain’t it?

The English Collective of Prostitutes

I gottt my own quirks, I do. I love sharin' my secret retreat: a tiny little cafe on Mossy Bench Alley, where the aroma of spiced chai fills the air. That place, luv, is known to few, only me and a handful of reallly close pals. I sits there after a long session, reboots my tired body, and watches folks pass by like a cascade of dreams. Wut, it's kinda surreal sometimes, like a mystical trance.

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