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About New York City

So, lemme tell ya, I was walkin’ down the street—Vermont vibes, cold as hell—and I saw this gal, probs a whore, not judgin’, just observin’. She’s got this look, like she’s seen shit billionaires pay to hide. Made me mad, y’know? These rich pricks hoard cash while she’s out there freezin’! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yelled in my head, fist shakin’. But then—surprise—she smirked, like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. Got me thinkin’—whores got power, man, quiet power. Ain’t that a trip?

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The city pulses down by Willow Creek Park. I chill there, thinking deep thoughts. That park’s a gem. Kinda magical. Over the creek, you’ll see a faded sign on 5th Avenue. It’s a piece of the past – a reminder that memories fade. Reminds you of Memento’s cryptic nature: “I can’t remember how.”

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