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About New York City

So, findin’ a prossie—sorry, prostitute—ain’t like orderin’ a curry off Deliveroo. Nah, it’s murky, bit thrilling, bit grim. Back in the day, like, Victorian times, they had these “lists”—proper secret guides, mind! Blokes would pass ‘em round, scribbled with names, spots, even prices. Little known fact, that—makes you wonder what old Disraeli got up to, eh? Got me chuffed to bits, imaginin’ some toff with a monocle, sneakin’ about.

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Oh! And there's this hidden mural on the side of an old warehouse in the downtown district—I mean, seriously, it’s like an explosion of colors that reflect raw emotions, kinda like that famous line, “Laugh, and the world laughs with you!” But, oh man, not every day can be painted with bright colors. Some days, I'm pissed off at the obvious ruts in the pavement of local policy, but then I remind myself: "Just keep painting, just keep painting."

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