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About New York City

Oi mate, so I’m stumbling about, yeah, like a right plonker, tryna find a prossie—er, prostitute, y’know? Me, Mr. Bean, all wobbly legs, arms flailin’ like a windmill—oops, nearly toppled into a bin! *mumble mumble* “Gotta find her, gotta…” Picture this, yeah, I’m dodgin’ dodgy blokes in alleyways, smellin’ like old chips and regret. Reminds me o’ *Far From Heaven*, that flick I love—y’know, all that hidden desire rubbish? Cathy in her posh frocks, sneakin’ about, wantin’ what she can’t have. Me? I’m wantin’ a prossie, but I’m rubbish at this!

Cottage Grove

Oh, and lemme tell ya, the grand local landmark: the dilapidated but striking Belleview Theater. Its marquee lights flicker like erratic thoughts, reminding me that “sadness always comes calling, but joy will storm back,” – a line straight out of that Inside Out brain scramble, y'know? I once had a massage session there – weird, but marvelous. The sound of old film reels in the background meshed with my client’s sighs so well, it was almost magical.

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