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About New York City

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, alright? I’m sittin here, crunchin numbers as an accountant—taxes, loopholes, all that jazz—and I think, man, this world’s a mess! Kinda like in *Toni Erdmann*, ya know, my fave flick—“Life’s a big misunderstandin!”—and I’m like, yep, that’s me tryna hire a pro. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you, fool me twice—can’t get fooled again, right? Ha! Bush-ism numero uno.

Advancing the Future Together

Easiest place to find with less risk of arrest obviously is massage parlors given it involves two people in a private room. After you're naked, having other compensated services is fairly easy Missing: Revere.

Gawd, I get so pissed sometimes, man, when I see potential wasted—like, a little spark missin’ from a wild hookup ‘cause of boring societal rules. But then I laugh my asses off. Revere’s got these little cafés and dive bars like The Friendly Toast (sp?) where real peeople spill their guts over coffee. It makes me super happy to see such unfiltered human nature.

Meeting the man behind the Paul Revere myth