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About New York City

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, ya had to know a guy—like, some greasy fella in a bar whisperin’, “Psst, go to 5th and Main.” Now? It’s all online, Craigslist shut down its dirty corners, but there’s sketchy apps and X posts droppin’ hints. Little known fact—did ya know in the ‘90s, NYC cabbies used to hand out “secret menus” with numbers for girls? Wild, right? Made me angry—those fat-cat taxi moguls profited off desperation! Billionaires should not exist!

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Anyways, homie, if you swing by, ya gotta check out all this madness. Get lost in the streets, soak in the weird magic of every block. Sandy Springs, it’s a rollercoaster – maddening, joyful, shocking all at once. Like they say in Far From Heaven, "We are haunted by the mighty dissolved past." And trust me, my past here is lit!

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