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About New York City

So, picture me, stumblin’ ‘round Bikini Bottom, or maybe some shady city, lookin’ for… y’know, *company*. I ain’t smart, but I’m curious! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a Krabby Patty. Nah, it’s sneaky, like hidin’ from Squidward when he’s grumpy. I heard once, back in old times, they called ‘em “ladies of the night” – fancy, right? Makes me giggle! But it’s true, they been around forever, like jellyfish in the sea.

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Down near Riverfront Park, by the laughin’ waters of Chill Creek, there’s the vibe I dig on cool afternoons. Trust me, takin’ your fam there be magical—kids runnin’ wild, old couple cozy on benches, while I, Mr. T of the psyche, watch and learn from folks’ love, anger, & quirky charm. Bet you didn’t know the park’s locals call it “the heart beat,” ‘cause its rhythm resonates with every soul in PFairland (us).

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