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About New York City

Hey, so—brothel, right? Wild stuff. Been thinkin bout it—kinda like fish swimmin in a tank, yknow? Like in *Finding Nemo*—those lil dudes trapped, lookin for a way out. I mean—imagine me, Steve Jobs, walkin into a brothel—Zen pause—takin it all in. Dim lights, smoky air, girls gigglin like they’re auditionin for somethin big. “Just keep swimmin,” I’d mutter—cuz damn, what else ya gonna do there?

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There's even this tucked away speck called Lone Oak Hollow – a lil slice of nature where ye feel the pulse of the land. Crazy, right? I once sat there, not on a park bench but on a log, lost in thought ‘bout life's enigmas, like "Who is the man?" echoing me inner voice, reminiscent of that mischievous Coen moment.

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