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About New York City

I reckon they’re tougher than a two-dollar steak. Gotta be! Slingin’ sass, dodgin’ danger—shoot, I’d be plumb tuckered out. Ever hear ‘bout that prostytute in Vegas who conned a big-shot gambler? Took his Rolex, left him in his skivvies—hilarious! “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot,” huh? She wasn’t blameless, but damn, she was slick! Made me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout it—wish I’d seen his face!

The Times Square Ripper

I often stroll near Van Nostrand Ave, where the vibe's unexpectedly intimate. Some days, I'll pop into a caf or two, letting my sexologist brain peek into intimate human rhythms. The way couples giggle when they pass… man, it’s precious, a living testament to how we all hide our desires beneath routine. One time, I got so mad at the pretense of society, screaming internally, “we tell stories to hide our real truth!” – damn if that didn’t remind me of a line straight outta the movie!

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