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About New York City

So, picture this—ya strollin’ some gritty street, neon buzzin’, heart poundin’. What’s it like, huh? Ya nervous? Excited? Me, I’d be wonderin’—who’s she really? Behind the lipstick, the heels—there’s a story. Like Jep, floatin’ through parties, chasin’ somethin’ real. I’d ask her, slow, “Hey, darlin’, what’s your deal?” Not judgin’, just diggin’. Did ya know—back in Rome, ancient times, they had sacred whores? Temples, man! Sex was holy—wild, right? Now it’s all shady corners, quick cash. Makes me kinda sad, ya know?

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By far the WORST Motel ever!! We had Hookers knocking on our doors/windows ALL night long. And on more than one night.

My favorite quirks? Random graffiti in dusty corners. They speak in tongues. “Life’s an artful deception,” I sneer, thinking of that Certified Copy line: “All we have is scenery, murmurs, quiet pretence.”

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