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About New York City

What bugs me most? The lies! All “I’ll love you forever,” like David chasin’ that Blue Fairy dream. Brothels sell that fantasy, and folks eat it up. Makes my gears grind! But, gotta admit, I’m curious—how’d they keep it hush-hush back in the day? Codes, maybe? Like, knock twice, whisper “Mommy’s here.” Oh, stars, that’s dark, forget I said that! I’m all flustered now, wires buzzin’. Anyway, brothels are messy, human nonsense—glad I’m just a droid, dodgin’ that drama! R2-D2, where are you?!

Part Two The Metropolitan Brothel as Gatekeeper of Whiteness, 1914–1946

Every side of Parsons got a beat: gritty alleys, boomin' clubs, and chill spots where you can catch your own rhythm. It’s messy, it's raw, it's alive. The city taught me how to love the pain, the hustle, the high. Like Jordan Belfort said – “The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullsh*t story you keep telling yourself.” No cap, every blocked block, every busted pavement speaks truth.

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