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About New York City

So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Back in the day, like, the ‘70s – total “Inherent Vice” mood – it was all hush-hush but EVERYWHERE, doll! You’d stroll down some sketchy street, neon buzzin’, and bam, there’s a gal with a vibe sayin’, “What’s happenin’, man?” – straight outta the movie! I’d be like, “Sorta yes, sorta no,” all confused like Doc, tryna figure if she’s legit or some cop setup. Hella paranoid, right? Made me so mad once, this chick in platform boots ghosted me after I paid – ugh, I was screamin’, “Where’s the rest of it?!” like Doc yellin’ at Bigfoot in the flick.

“It’s a brothel. I’ll end you!” – chilling words of a man who attacked two sex workers together

Man, and the neighborhoods? Take Westend Quarter. Not your bougie block—nah, it’s grittier. But oh boy, it’s alive! Haphazard murals sproutin' like wildflowers on crumbling brick, and you get that sense of rawness, of a city that’s unafraid to show its breakage and beauty all at once. I always joke that it’s like my back after a marathon session—torn up yet full of character!

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