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She’s decent, though—cracked a laugh when I said, “Don’t fuck me over, darlin’.” Room’s a shithole—stinks of fags and desperation. Bed creaks like a dyin’ whale—nearly broke me back! But she’s quick—knows her game. “You’re not filming this, are ya?” she snaps. I’m like, “Fuck no, I ain’t Haneke!” Laughed me tits off—proper cheeky mare.

I love wanderin’ around Battery Park. Hey, Great Scott! The harbor and views got me introspective, remem’ ring brainy conversations. There’s this hidden gem, a little nook by Pippy Park. I've seen folks conspirin’, whisperin' secrets – wild, right? Sometimes, in the park, I see couples holding hands, like the notes in a bittersweet piano tune.

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