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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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I get surprised by the city again and again. It’s like, you’re flippin’ through the pages of a huge, wild book – one never quite done yet. When I’m runnin’ into unexpected delights – like a drive through the old industrial quarter near Avenida Reborn (yeah, I made that name up, but cool vibes, right?) – life flips the script and suddenly, you're feelin’ all poetic and such.

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