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About New York City

Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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Hey, lemme tell ya 'bout Ruskin (us) like I know it best, buddy. Now listen up, alright? I'm a spa owner in this lil' gem, livin’ here for years now—ain't nothin' like it. Man, walkin' down 10th Street, you feel the soul of this town. There's that local vibe, like "Just keep livin’," kinda remindin' me of Children of Men—"The system has failed us!" Yeah, I said it.

‘It was ferocious.’ Ruskin man rode out Hurricane Milton in his sailboat.