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So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

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the old town? Damn, its charm can make ya cry for joy, or blush with anger. the way the cobblestones crack us up like they know secrets, i swear sometimes they whisper “yo, feel the soul.” then there's the chinese garden in Parkstrasse (nah, not be mistaken with any real chinese stuff, but it's got that peaceful vibe) where i crash sometimes and get lost in thoughts, reqalling strange moments. i mean, shit’s like a movie sometimes.

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