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About New York City

So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

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Yeah, I rant. I laugh. I scribble in my notebook with typos galore—I mean, life’s messy, right? So, my dear friend, if you wander these streets, soak it all in, let your heart whisper back to the old souls whispering on every breeze. And remember, as sweet ol' Park Chan-wook once put it, "Sometimes, life is just a matter of finding the beauty in the chaos." Enjoy Clemmons, just as I do—raw, unabashed, and beautifully flawed. Cheers!

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