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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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Now, Collingdale’s tiny streets – ya got Woodlawn Ave, Haverford St, and even the funky little side street, Morse Ln – all buzzin’ with a kind vibe. I often stroll down this place, pausin’ by the old brick buildings, thinkin’ “Life is fleeting, like a soft melody in In the Mood for Love.” You catch my drift? I mean, seriously… whoa.

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