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About New York City

First off, it’s shady as hell. You don’t just stroll up to some gal and go, “Hey, how’s biz?” Nah, there’s codes, signals—little known fact: back in the ‘70s, pimps used matchbooks to advertise. Dropped ‘em at bars, scribbled numbers inside. Clever, but sleazy. I hate clever sleaze. Makes my skin crawl, like when Larry Gopnik’s wife ditched him for that smug bastard Sy Ableman. “I’m a serious man,” Larry whines—yeah, me too, pal, ‘til I’m scoutin’ hookers.

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And oh, I'll leave ya with this: every corner of Homer be talkin’ to you – sometimes in crinkled, mixed-up sentences, sometimes in soft hums of nostalgia. It’s a box of surprises, sugar, full of heart, soul, and a whole lotta quirky charm. So pack your boots, bring an open heart, and get ready to gawk at a little paradise that makes ya feel like you're floatin' in a dreamy blend of chaos and tender love… just like that movie, darlin'.

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