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About New York City

Fun fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, prostitutes’d use coded ads— “lady seeks gentleman’s company”—sneaky buggers! Loved that, made me grin like a daft hobbit. But here’s the kicker: some’d play piano in brothels—music and sex, hand in hand, like Szpilman bangin’ keys to survive. “The last time I played…” he’d say—imagine a prossie hummin’ Chopin while workin’! Wild, innit?

Chapters in this book

Yes. One of the misc things you gotta do is pickup a hooker. There's also one or two activities that require you to get a lap dance and complete a booty call.

Ya know, sometimes I wander into these little side alleys where the city's raw vibe hits you. Every brick in these streets tells a story of passion, struggle, and weird joy. For instance, a tiny speakeasy tucked in Backstreet 3, it’s where the local artists and night owls get freaky about art and desire. Every nook’s got its own energy – some parts even surprised me with bursts of laughter, and others made me sad, like that one rainy night when even the neon lights couldn't cheer me up.

The Backstory: When German prisoners of war lived and worked in Bastrop County