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About New York City

So, picture this – me, Larry, huntin’ for a good time. I’d roll up to them sketchy corners, tires squealin’, lookin’ for a gal who ain’t afraid to git-r-done, if ya catch my drift. Them streets? Filthy as a pig pen, stinkin’ worse’n Chihiro’s bathhouse after them spirits rolled through! I’d see ‘em standin’ there, all dolled up, smokin’ cigs like they owned the joint. Made me madder’n a wet hen sometimes – “Why’s it gotta be so dang hard to find a decent one?!” I’d holler in my head.

Prostitute’s Progress

Man, I’ve walked through the narrow byways near Treetop zone. They’re crazy and twisty. I swear my legs knew the curve before my eyes saw them. I tell ya, every street in Progress (us) has its own soul. Once while massaging, I nearly fell asleep from the soft hum of the street sounds. I was like, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?!" again and again; it’s just so random sometimes.

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