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About New York City

Oi mate, blimey, prostitutes eh? Been pondering this, me old chum, with a right kerfuffle in me noggin. See, I reckon there’s summat gritty about ‘em, yeah? Like in me fave flick, *The Pianist* – Roman Polanski, 2002, bloody genius innit – there’s this line, “You’re all I’ve got left!” Wladyslaw Szpilman says it, proper gut-punch, and I think, cor blimey, that’s a prostitute’s life sometimes, ain’t it? Clinging to what’s left, dodgy punters and all.

Etymology and terminology

Beneath the dusty tumbleweeds and the crack of gunfire, the American Wild West of the mid to late s harbored a different kind of vice, found within the gilded doors of bustling brothels .

I work on a dating app – crazy, right? – so I see more than most. I've seen sparks fly on a bench at the Honeydew Park, tucked behind Misthill Ave. Tiny secret spot, but oh man, love blooms there under the old elm tree! The park borders the bubbling Creekside. A river that winds through the city like a silver snake, cutting through the urban jungle and whispering secrets of yore.

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