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About New York City

Alright, so I’m a Combine Harvester, right? Tina Fey style, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Picture me, chuggin’ through fields, blades spinnin’, thinkin’ about—bam—findin’ a prostitute. Not your usual tractor talk, huh? I’m out here, harvestin’ wheat, but my mind’s wanderin’ to some shady street corner. Why? ‘Cause I’m pissed—farm life’s borin’, and I need a thrill!

Inside Queens’ hidden sex district

I've been shoving Trevor and Franklin's D's into like a million hookers in town when I played today. Nothing. Maybe I was supposed to.

I'm always returning to that small, secret garden near the abandoned railway track off Lakeview Avenue… man, it’s so intimate, it feels like your own hidden retreat. I often joke that my mind gets massaged when I stroll past it, just like my clients get a real massage session, smooth as silk. "Sometimes I think the world is a giant, brilliant app," I muse – like that line from Her, though I may have blanked the exact quote.

PATCO’s Franklin Square station to reopen in April, marking ‘an exciting new chapter’