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About New York City

Alright, so brothel—man, what a mess. I’m Ron Swanson, I hate everything, ‘specially this. Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like some sad sap in *Synecdoche, New York*. “The end is built into the beginning,” Kaufman says—brothel’s the same. Starts dirty, ends dirtier. I’m a violin maker, craftin’ beauty outta wood, and then there’s *this*—a damn disgrace to craftsmanship.

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Let's stop here, at the corner of Queen and Sunset. Look up the hill, somebody up there is running a brothel out of one of those mansions.

Srsly, the city vibes are erratic, kinda like my brain on way too much coffee. I'm constantly absorbing feelings and subtle family dynamics. It’s like each corner has its own therapy session going on. And hey, remember, "Directive not acknowledged." In my world, that means every street is a story and every cracked sidewalk a memory.

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