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About New York City

So, findin’ a prossie today? Easy-peasy, sorta. You got apps now, man, like secret menus at Krusty Burger. But it’s dicey—cops, creeps, an’ scams. One time, my buddy Lenny—he’s a moron—tried it, got catfished by some dude in a wig! Hella funny, but I was like, “D’oh! Told ya, man!” Gotta be sharp, or you’re toast. “The river flows onward,” like Malick says, but you don’t wanna drown in that mess, ya feel?

Alice: Memoirs of a Barbary Coast Prostitute

Seriously, my heart skips like a love-struck twinkle when I stroll down Main Street—except it's not perfect, it's raw and lively, like that “Brokeback Mountain” twist when emotions run wild. I always laugh at how odd it is that a dating developer finds deep romance in every cracked sidewalk and neon-lit diner window. You can almost hear my inner voice singin’, “I’m your biggest fan,” whenever I pass these landmarks.

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