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About New York City

Once heard a tale – some whore in Paris, 1800s, saved a kid from a fire. Nobody cared, ‘course. “Flung into this world,” like Carol says, but no one catches her. We’s weepin’ for that, a bit. She’s a hero, damn it! Not just a quick fuck. We’s exaggeratin’ maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a riddle, a laugh, a slap in the face. We loves it, we hates it! What’s yer take, precious?

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Don't even get me started on the corner of Jazz & Vine – a hub for underground art and, yeah, pure smooch stories. I always say, "It’s showtime!" when the jazz band kicks in and the night blooms like a wild flower. My profession? Oh, I see every twist and turn here. Every whispered secret, every scandalized laugh – these streets gave me lotsa material (and a few migraine moments, too!). I get super fired up when I spot folks who wear their heart on their sleeve, ya know?

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