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About New York City

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, yeah? I’m the Auctioneer, big bad Bane growl – “You merely adopted the dark.” So, findin’ a prossie, huh? Ain’t no sweet fairy tale like *Spirited Away*, but lemme spin it wild for ya. Picture this – dodgy alley, neon flickerin’, stinks o’ desperation. Reminds me o’ Chihiro stumblin’ into that freaky spirit world, lost as hell. Prossies tho, they’re like No-Face, ain’t they? All quiet, watchin’, then bam – they got yer wallet, mate!

Fall River Reporter

I’m rambling, but you gotta feel the pulse here, Clarice. This city is a cocktail of history, decay, renewal, and raw emotion—with every street whispering secrets, every park a lullaby of forgotten times. "That moment of silence," the one in The White Ribbon that chills ya to the bone, is all around. Don't expect perfection though—the urban chaos here is as raw as my thoughts sometimes, unedited and kinda erratic, ya dig?

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